Talk me off the ledge, people...

Ok, so I tend to acquire new wardrobe items in spurts. This month, it's been jeans. I just got this pair of jeans last week that were a size 4. Nice, when you used to wear a size 24, right?

So I was at Target yesterday, just checking out what was new for "Spring" (because we all buy Spring clothes in fucking January, right?). There was a cute short-sleeved pink gingham shirt - very girly! Also very Daisy Mae Clampett, but that's beside the point - and some jeans.

I will admit that I am a bit of a jeans whore. I would live in them, given the opportunity. I like them to fit snugly. Not tight, per se - I don't like camel toe. But snug is good, with a bit of give in the thigh. I was dismayed when the size 4s were loose the second day I put them on. Oh yeah, I will wear my jeans a couple of times between washings - unless there's been a spill or something, you know, if I dump a container of minestrone over my head, as some have been wont to do... but I digress. The size 4s were loose on Day 2. Loose.

On a whim, I tossed a pair of size 4 jeans into my cart, then thought "what the hell!" and threw a pair of size 2s into there, too.

The size 2s fit. Not tight. Snug. With give. No camel toe. Arse looks incredible, if I do say so myself.

Of course I bought them. I'm wearing them right now. Having a hard time wrapping my head around this. Tiny. So tiny are my pants.

You know, I used to be a large woman with a large personality - expansive, robust, full-bodied, exuberant. Apparently, I'd have been an excellent wine. Now, I feel somehow diminished. Like I'm less of a person. Smaller body, smaller personality? I don't know.

Damn. Size 2. Who'd'a thunk?