Monday, June 18, 2012

Day 30, June 18

Our home has four bedrooms.  With our children grown and gone, my clothes have expanded to occupy the closets of all four bedrooms.  (Yes, I allow my husband to have a portion of one closet.)

Lest you think that I am obsessed with clothes, let me put your mind at rest.  I don't have that many wearable clothes.  Those clothes represent four different sizes:  the size I currently am, the size I was two years ago, the size I was four years ago, and the size I want to be.

It's a sad state of affairs, I know.  However, I don't think I'm alone in my closet expansion.  Women of my age tend to hold onto clothes, praying, hoping that someday, somehow, we will return to our dream size.

I am trying to make peace with the size I currently am, just as I am trying to make peace with my body.  I remind myself that, with my new hip, my body functions and functions quite well, thank you.  I can walk.  I can lift a basket of laundry.  I can hold a grandchild in my arms.

This peace is hard-won.  But, then, so is everything about a menopausal woman.  We battle hot flashes, memory loss, and creaking joints.  But we won't be kept down.  At least not for long!

1 comment:

  1. There's too much worth fighting for to keep down for long!