no ifs, ands or butts...

My boobs crossed over early on. The booty- not so fast. Butt I'm pleased to report that it too has finally crossed the aisle. The aisle I inched across years and years ago into what it is known as "Women's World" in most department stores. The other day I actually purchased jeans in the misses section. Granted they are the largest jeans permitted in that section before being booted across the aisle butt I got 'em on and don't have to lay flat on the bed to do so. If you're skinny, this is going to pass you by, if you live in "Women's World" or have in the past, you'll understand. It's such a great feeling to actually walk past the X's and head for "regular" clothing. It's just been a really, really long time since I could do that. I have all the plus size department's memorized in malls across the Midwest and will always smile at the distant corners to which they are banished. I'm across the aisle again. I still have my grandmother's arms and layers of cellulite to deal with butt I'm making progress and it's the best feeling ever. I'm coming to terms with the fact I won't be as thin as I wanted to be for the big day in May, butt I'm proud of my efforts to get there. Besides, this stopped being about wedding pictures a while ago and started being about me. And "me" likes that there's less of me to like. No ifs, ands, or butts about it.