Day 19: The expiration date

by marylee

I have hoarded certain pieces of clothing that has not fit me properly in years.  Every season, I pull them out and think that it will fit in no time. That time hasn’t come.

I am tired of opening my closet and seeing the “size” I want to be.  It makes me feel terrible about my body.

When the fact is, I should be grateful for this body that allows me to do yoga, run with my son, hike with my husband and dogs, and breathe.

I allowed myself one bin to store the more expensive, quality items and I wrote the date on the cover.  I also wrote an expiration date.

If I do not fit into these things by the expiration date they are going to someone very lucky friend.  

Once again: Not me.