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A Jeans Wake-Up Call

I'm wearing jeans today, for the first time since... I can't even
remember. Spring, maybe?

You guys know how big of a deal this is for me. I didn't want to do
it, but it's 28 degrees in London right now and I can't even begin to
describe how sick I am of tights and leggings. So I bit the bullet.
The last time I tried on my jeans, I could barely button the 'normal'
pair. The fat jeans I bought a little over a year ago, though, felt
great. Only one problem: they're way too long! Which I don't remember
being a problem when I first bought them... But it must have been,
unless I've got the horrible shrinks.

Anyway, that day I gave up and went for the leggings/dress combo
again. But today, after I got my shit together and got the flat ready
for our housekeeper, I only had 10 minutes to throw something on. So I
held my breath, closed my eyes, and pulled on the 'normals'. And,
amazingly, they fit!

Ok, so they're a bit tight, but they're not awful, and actually my ass
looks pretty good in them (!!). But as I was strutting out of my
building, feeling pleasantly surprised by my body's cooperation, I got
a sharp reminder of the other reason I almost never wear jeans.

My abdomen was hit with a deep, searing pain. I'd conveniently
forgotten how badly even the slightest tight waistband hurts my
stomach. On the left side, about an inch above my tummy tuck scar, and
what feels like 2 inches below the skin, it feels like someone has
taken a blunt icepick and shoved it into an open wound.
It's gnarly. It's also why I never wear jeans, even loose ones, for
long flights or road trips. It doesn't matter how many times I flash a
flight attendant or freeze my legs off in the cold air from my dad's
always-open window; that other way lies excruciating pain, and I do my
best to avoid it.

Today, though, I don't have a choice. I can't go back to my flat until
10:30 at the earliest. So if you see a pear-shaped girl waddling (oh,
yeah, I also have a pulled hip muscle) around London with her pants
unbuttoned this morning, cut her a fashion police break-- she's
probably just trying to ease the pain.

Cheers.

Sent from my fancypants iPhone (so please excuse any typos)
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