Thursday, February 07, 2013
I got married about a year and a half ago, six months before discovering SP, which means that I was about 10 pounds heavier and several inches larger than I am now. I had a very laid-back wedding, which involved my maid of honor and I running to Wal-Mart before the ceremony, to get a power cord to run my husbands amplifier (he's a musician). Anyway, I had forgotten to bring a change of underwear, and I really felt like getting married was a momentous, new underwear occasion, so I bought a few pair based on the size I usually get. When it was time to change, the undies were a little too small, but I wore them anyway (I was already being cut in half by shapewear, so it didn't seem that bad in comparison). After the wedding, I tossed the new, too-small undies into my drawer, where they were promptly buried by the older, but better fitting pairs, where they remained until this week.
My husband and I got behind on the laundry this week and I ran out of clean underwear. All that was left in my drawer were the ill-fated wedding undies, which had been hanging out in my dresser for a yearand a half, never worn. I thought that wearing too-small underwear was better than going commando, so I put on a pair, expecting them to drive me crazy all day.
Instead, I didn't even give them a second thought until I was changing into pajamas that night.
At first I thought, "Why didn't they feel comfortable at the wedding? I must have been imagining that they didn't fit." Then I realized, "Oh yeah, I'm smaller than I was then!" DUH!