Friday, January 25, 2013
Until last year, I hated belts. I didn't believe in belts. I was a victim of a belt conspiracy - somehow, belt makers around the world were manipulating sizes in synchronization, because there was no other logical explanation for my inability to find a belt that fit and wasn't an XL!
I mean, except the explanation that maybe I needed to lose a leeetle bit of weight.
After suffering for years at the hands of this conspiracy, I've finally become a proud belt-wearer. In fact, the belt I wear almost every day is a size M, and this week I'm down to the smallest hole (which is what prompted me to think the thoughts that led to this blog in the first place).
The justifications we use for things are funny sometimes, aren't they? I'm glad I took the belt conspiracy out of my mental toolbox....