" the trouser was size 22, just pure sixties cloth type with no lycra or spandex, she didn't stand a chance, the hip area of the trouser wouldn't even go up and reach her so called waist, the price wasn't that cheap either, wasn't cheap for something she knows she wouldn't fit in in ages, and maybe, just maybe by the time she fits in, it would be out dated.
What made her buy it? No one knows including herself. Actually no one knows she got this pant. The cloth was so tight, t...here was a zipper, and an inside button, and a clip, you know those traditional British style pants? You, those are the ones she chose.
Three months later she got them out of the fancy section in her wardrobe and tried them on, now they fit onto her hips, yet no chance that the zipper would shut down at all, not even close, the zipper had a V shape made onto her chubby belly.
She forgot about it, she is a shopaholic after all, things are piled up in her closet for no reason but just to be ready for any of those occasions she never goes to.shopping made her feel secure.
Months have passed, she got a new fancy stretchy one, this time animal print, just missing a decent black blouse covering the still-chubby-belly-but-getting-rid-of-it-slowly.
Hanging the new one inside the closet, she saw the old one just there, a bit dusty, she thought of trying it for the last time, as if saying goodbye.
It fit, perfectly!
The zipper just closed so smoothly, the button effortlessly went inside its hole, and even the hook just clung there in the nicest sound one can hear, as if it's the closure of a happy ending scene in a romantic movie.
She froze for a while, went to her mirror and looked, even then she didn't believe it, and she kept looking at the mirror as if she is looking at someone she doesn't know.
she ran into her shoe rack, got a new open toe black platform ones she got last week, put it on with the pants, they looked marvelous, no no, she looked marvelous.
All of a sudden, she burst into a massive wave of tears, she finally achieved something, she finally reached a place where she never been into, or been to, but long time ago that she can't remember, a time where she was so young that she didn’t know herself yet, or what does she want to do, or what is she looking forward to, what are her best features.
She remembered a time when she was nothing but a plain dough waiting to be shaped, inside out.
She felt blessed, right away she went into her beading prayers, prayed for her savior and saint, people might see her not religious enough by the book, but deep inside she still believes, she still have this deep unconditional love for those whom although dead, yet she feels they stand by her and save her, this was their gift maybe, or maybe she just felt she has to thank them, one by one, for making such a small wish come true, a small wish that gave her a new hope, something to live on after hitting rock bottom."
