When I was exceedingly fat, I had only one dress that fit. I made sure it was clean on Saturday, and then I knew I had something to wear for Sunday. Yesterday, while getting ready for church, I had five different dresses to choose from! I couldn’t decide what to wear. It has been a long, depressing time since I’ve experienced that “girlish” decision.
It was horrible when I had only one decent pair of pants to my name. The other ones were all worn out—guess where? They were worn out between my legs. It’s disgusting for me to mention it at all, but the inside top of each pant leg was totally worn out. There was a hole about two inches in diameter on either side. Those two big holes were created because my legs were so fat that they rubbed together every step I took and wore the fabric out. Yup, that’s what I’ve done—worn holes in my pants! It just makes me sick.