We had to wear overalls to work today. It’s Earth Day and we’re supposed to look “earthy.” I only had shortalls and wanted to participate, so we all went overall shopping last night. I found a cute pair with a capri length and was going to just buy the mediums off the rack. I’m not sure what made me decide to try on the smalls. I didn’t just buy them outright, because I needed them for today and wouldn’t have time to exchange them for the right size if the small didn’t work. So I took my one-year old into the dressing room with me and tried them on. I don’t know why I was so surprised, but I sure did a little happy dance that they fit me with room to spare. I guess I’m still not used to that feeling. This still hasn’t happened to me as many times as having a LARGE not fit me because it’s too SMALL. I am aware that the majority of my clothes now is a size four and that I can’t wear anything in my closet that is bigger than a six without it falling off. But my mind still tells me that that’s not the way it really is. I get nervous every time I pick up my size. I hold it up and think, there’s no WAY I can fit into this! I am still moved nearly to tears when this little triumphs happen to me. I still have that mirror thing going on. Maybe that’s part of it.