Saturday, February 09, 2013
Couple months back, I went to a concert. I hadn't started, or restarted, this weight loss/fitness journey so I was feeling rather frumpy-housewife-ish. I felt pretty good in what I was wearing that night though: jeans, black boots and a fitted black v-neck shirt. I had no disallusion though that I in any way resembled the very fit 20-somethings in the crowd, but I also had no desire to look/dress as they were.
Near the end of the concert, I wanted to buy a tshirt from one of the bands that was playing and it was a fitted, women's tshirt. When the young guy behind the counter asked me what size, I kind of shrugged and questioningly said, I guess a large? His response? "I think you would look KILLER in a medium!" and proceeded to hand me a medium which I then bought happily.
That was months ago and I still think about that simple statement by that guy who I've never seen before, nor will I see him again. Not butterflies in the stomach, girly, crush sort of way, but when he said that I have a hard time describing how it made me feel. I felt attractive, I felt non-frumpy-ish, I felt like someone noticed me and thought what he was looking at wasn't so bad. And you know what? I wear that medium and he's right, it does look pretty killer. And that is my favorite tshirt in the whole wide world.
I have a feeling at some point in this journey, that shirt might get too big, but I am never letting that one go!