BIG BLACK PANTS

It occurred to me recently, as I look through photos of me on Facebook, that no matter where I go--to the zoo; on a hike; to work; to a funeral; to the gym; out to dinner; whereEVER--I wear the same freakin' thing: these big, black, stretchy pants. EVERYWHERE.

My closet is packed full of them. And when I get done with these knit ones, I can move on to the 20 or so pairs of polyester, kind-of-stretchy ones. And after those, I can move into the 10 or so pairs of non-stretchy black pants.

That's just SAD.

My body is kind of unusual in that most of my weight seems to be packed into my legs--at least, that's where all the most visibly ugly fat is. I haven't dared wear a skirt in years (except to Dad's funeral, because he would have liked seeing me in a dress rather than pants).

So I eventually got to a point where my legs were so big that I just couldn't bear to have anything that didn't stretch wrapped around them. And now I can't imagine wearing anything else.

So one thing I'm DEFINITELY going to do as part of my celebration once I get to where I want to be--or at least real close--is BURN ALL THESE BIG BLACK PANTS!!!

Anybody else in this same kind of clothing rut?