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Honesty Pants
The honesty pants started out as an impulse purchase from Macy’s on lower State Street. I had originally thought they were black but when I attempted to squeeze into them at home the next day I realized they were sort of an olive green.
My first thought was that I had the perfect blouse to go with that color, but as I pulled them up over my knees I knew that I might never fit into these pants. The honest truth was that I knew they were too small when I took them off the rack and held them up so the light coming through the skylight above would help me decide if I wanted them or not. I wanted them. They were on the second markdown, making them even more appealing. Now I just wanted them to fit me, and once they did to never grow too large for them again.
Finding clothes to fit me had been the issue since I started Kindergarten. I wanted a plaid jumper but the saleslady told my mother that line stopped at 6X. That’s when you have to go to regular girl’s sizes and the choices aren’t nearly as cute. So we brought it home anyway and if memory serves my mother stopped making mashed potatoes filled with more margarine than potato and macaroni and cheese that was more cheese than macaroni. On the first day of school the jumper fit like a glove. That made me happy, which in turn made my mother smile.
