I like pajamas. Don’t you? Even at my heaviest, I could usually find some pretty nice nightgowns in size 3X. So when my friends and I hit up the Ross/Marshall’s/TJMaxx stores, I usually check out the pajama aisle.
One day shortly after I had started this weight loss journey we went shopping . I think it was far enough along that I actually had some hope that it might ‘take’ this time. Because long ago I made a personal rule that I would never again buy clothes that didn’t fit. I wouldn’t knit a sweater for myself in the hopes that someday I might fit into it. I only bought clothes that fit me that day.
So when I saw these pajamas on the rack in a size large, they represented a distant dream. I actually couldn’t conceive of ever being that size. But I guess I had some hope, because I allowed myself to buy them. I thought they were so delicate and feminine–creamy pale yellow with little blue moons and stars on them. And just a little ruffle on the edges. And I put them in my drawer, hoping for the day when I would lose enough weight to be able to wear them.
That seems like such a long time ago. Now they are faded and a little worn. But I still get a thrill when I wear my dream pajamas.