I am so sorry that I have kept you in a stash under my bed for the past several months, but right now I just simply have no other place to keep you for the time being. I have no room to store the clothes that I can actually fit into right now, let alone the clothes that I cannot wear right now. I am also very sorry for my cats that come by and shed hair all over you. I know I need to lose weight again so I can actually wear you again. It's frustrating to have so many of you in my wardrobe, and I can't fit into a large amount of them.
I lost count awhile ago on exactly how many of you are currently in my stash. All I know is that it is way too many. I miss having pants in my wardrobe that were either my size or larger instead of my size or smaller. Finding a good pair of pants or jeans with a comfortable fit is difficult at best. I'm convinced that I am a few inches too short for my weight because many pants I buy that actually fit me comfortably have rather long legs that drag across the ground.
To the two pairs of jeans I have had since 2006/2007, you have been around for longer than all of my other current pairs of jeans. It is a disheartening reminder of just how different sizes were back then compared to now. What was around a size ten back in 2007, is probably now equivalent to about a size six or eight in 2017. I will wear at least one of you once again, and I hope it will be sooner rather than later. I am definitely not old enough to not be able to fit into junior size jeans below a size 15, or a size 13 if I am really lucky. Maybe once I am 30 I will not worry as much about something like that, but for right now, I am worrying about it.
To all of my pairs of jeans that I have worn in the past, I thank you for being there in the midst of all that I have managed to put you through. You have dealt with things such as being drenched from water rides at Great Adventure, being worn a few days in a row before finally going into the wash, and getting dirt or mud on the bottom of the legs from being dragged across the ground.
To the pairs of jeans that I don't fit into right now, I am sorry and I sincerely thank you for being there when I was actually able to wear you. You are still here, but not in the way that either of us like or want. I hope that someday, preferably very soon, that we will reunite and I am able to fit into you again. I lost a significant amount of excess weight once before, so I can certainly do it again, and maybe keep the pounds off for good this time. Until then, I will think of you always.
