Arizona- Boot Cut- Size 7, by sharonrenee
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Those old pants
The ones at the very back of the closet
Those jeans you loved
Those jeans you can’t stand to look at.
Remember how you used to look?
You fit into those jeans.
Before…
Then, one day, you felt a little brave.
You picked them up.
Hold them up to yourself
You might even go as far as to
*gasp*
Put them on.
…or try to at least.
Only to find yourself consoled and comforted
By Ben and Jerry’s
A delicious emotional step,
In the wrong direction
I told my self to make a U-y
Told myself to forget the pants.
Last week, I modified my belt
I needed to make it one notch skinnier.
That made me wonder
The pants loomed on the edge of my thoughts
So this morning
I pulled them out.
I fit those size 7s today.
And thankfully,
Ben and Jerry’s is going out of business,
Because I don’t own any fives.
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Posted: 2007-09-27 01:47:56 UTC |
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