"Nic tried on a pair of jeans today. A pair of jeans in a high-street shop, not a 'plus-size' shop. And in a 'normal' department of said high-street shop, not in a 'plus-size' department of the self-same high-street shop.
(This, it must be pointed out, is a first-time experience in the life of your author.)
And you know what? They fit!"
I do tend to sound glib when expressing myself in relation to my weight loss sometimes, of this I am aware. I have a habit of making things sound a lot less important to me than they really are, and part of that is out of habit - if no-one thinks it's important to me there's less chance of it being belittled/nicked/broken (which is a very old and very hard habit to break), and part of it is because I like to make people laugh. Or chortle. I can settle for snort, too. You'll find a lot of funny people (much funnier than I) who became funnier still primarily as a means to deflect hate, whether by, for example, self-mockery (hey, if I get the fat joke in first, that means people will laugh with me and not at me), or observational comedy (check out this thing that everyone does but doesn't realise how hilarious it is, instead of ridiculing me) to name just two methods of diversion.
So, when I sound a little flippant about about this brand-new shopping experience, believe me, it's covering up the utter and profound joy of potentially finding a bigger range of clothes to choose from, a bigger range of styles, shapes, colours, and at prices that don't penalise the plump for using up a few inches of fabric more than the same garment in a non-plus size.
Reader, I bought the jeans.
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