Ironically, I found a lot of little victories throughout this time too. Things I’m sure my sister is smiling about and cheering me on. She always told me how proud she was of me.
I didn’t have anything that fit to wear for my sister’s funeral mass. So, I went to the store with my mom.
My mom is a tiny thing in stature. She’s under 5 feet and shops in the regular section of the store. When we arrived we headed there first. As she was trying on a top I looked around, killing time. I could have sworn that my sister, Tish, was telling me to check out a dress in the “normal” section. An XL dress. It was lovely really. I kept telling my sister to shut up. Even in heaven she can be a little shit-disturber.
I grabbed the dress and went to the dressing room. Damnit if she wasn’t right! The dress fit! An XL dress from the ladies’ department.
Not the Plus section. Not the Women’s Section.
The Regular section!!!
And, it looked good. My sister was right. I love my sister.
With every passing day I feel renewed. I bought some new shorts the following day. Size 18. I use to be a 28! Are you kidding me? I haven’t been an 18 since college – or was it high school? Just say it has been a very long time!
My brother-in-law gave me two of my sister’s skirts. XL both of them. I took them politely thinking it would be a little time before I would wear them. But, nope. They fit. I love my sister. I love that I have something of her’s to wear. And, wear them now!
I made room for the new clothes and decided to clean out my closet. I took out clothes that I have had for so long that I can’t even remember when I bought them. Two huge bags to donate now.
It seems like I closed my eyes and things happened around me. My sister. My weight. My size.
With each new day comes new strength. And, apparently, new clothes. Things are definitely looking up. Thanks for the strength, Tishy.
50 pounds down.
From a size 28 to an 18.
From a 3X to an XL.
In 2.5 months!
Oh, and PS: I crossed my legs! It’s the little things.
All is well, Tish. Love you.