It had taken me a year to transform myself from a frump to a fabulous woman.
I remember the first time someone called me hot, I turned around to
see if anyone was behind me, expecting to find a vamp…it was me? Shut
up!!
I was in Ross ( Ross is boss ), still love a Ross fix, you know the
dressing rooms resembling a cell in a woman’s prison, I slipped on
the jeans. Not my usual tugging, pushing folds of flesh( hips) and my personal favorite, laying on the bed and using a coat hanger to zip the load in…So embarrassing.
But these slid over my birthing hips. I found the tag and closed my eyes.Did I really want to know? Was it a 24 as in size? I had shrunk from a size 28…where does one go from a 28? One two three, opened (yes,me a grown woman playing 1,2,3)
Size 16!!
I sat down on the measly bench provided and stared at myself in the mirror, if I could have hugged me I would have, I started crying and ended up sobbing.
This moment I will never as long as I live forget. The months of
walking and dieting had really worked. I felt like a size 6 not a
16… I hadn’t before walking into that dressing room, but I
emerged victorious.
I told the cashier my triumphant news; being a fatty herself I thought she would share my joy. She did not, nor was she amused at my humor about it. But I knew she understood, because she was me, and I was her…we got it!
As I began to shrink, I did other amazing things. Cut my hair( I looked like Captain Caveman, those of you too young to know who that is youtube it), my hair was long and thick with no style, like me at the time. New bouncy hair with treads of gold copper strategically placed throughout my crown, thank you Traci. She has been my friend since we were 13, I learned how to smoke pot blowing it out of her bathroom window……first to drive, and have a car, we were inseparable. She went to beauty school as I was heading out of state for school. Still a
rockin’ colorist, she kept me colored red (I am a natural redhead but we all need a little boost), didn’t charge me a dime.I will always be indebted to her for doing that for decades. Thank
you Trace (it takes a village).
I was still married to the shmuck, but checking out daily, I had
decided to leave him, but was still trying to figure out how I was
going to support myself, thinking for sure he would pay child support and alimony. Funny thing when you ask for guidance, it comes if you listen. I asked and I received a phone call from my mother. Her good friend was the head of anesthesia at a hospital downtown; she was looking for an assistant, would I be interested?
There have been a few times in my life when things line up and present themselves with divine timing (meeting my second husband is the most unbelievable example of that). I did the interview, my husband did not want me to go to work, he must have seen the writing on the wall, he was a control freak, along with my new body, hair, clothes, panties (yes, panties, pretty ones, small ones, I have never worn ugly ones since).
I got the job!
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