It's official. I bought pants from the womens' department at Kohls last night. Cute ones. From the womens' department. Because I'm a woman. Not a junior. A woman. After many, and yet infrequent, shopping trips, I have finally discovered that the fact that I can't wear pants from the junior section anymore is not a sign of the fact that I no longer weigh 112 pounds. Hello! It means I have hips! I am woman. Hear me roar. What has taken me ever so long to change my mindset, I have no idea. I am freaking 23. I've been an adult for at least 3 years as far as how I felt internally. Why didn't I translate this to how I think about my body? I don't know. But I am proud to say that I will no longer be looking in the juniors section for pants. Probably ever.
The End. Amen.
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roar! And a beautiful woman you are molly marie!!
Hahaha! I was afraid to read this at first :) I love it. A new adventure.
I've always had an aversion to the terms "Man" and "woman". They feel very garden of eden, I picture naked felt-board cut outs hidden in well placed shrubbery.
And if I'm not picturing eden, I picture these culturally degraded forms of masculinity and femininity. I picure a hairy emotionally disconnected man watching sports in an arm chair. Or I picture an over-worked, ehxuasted, and self degredaded mom.
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