I have a closet in the basement of my home where I've stored clothes that no longer fit, are out of season, out of style, or some combination of those three things.
Today, I tried on a white suit that I bought sometime in 1998. I wore it once back then because that was when I started my steep ascent weight-wise and it got too tight for me. It's a DKNY and has a fitted jacket and pencil skirt.
I put on my Spanx and a black silk sleeveless tank top and walked upstairs to check myself out in the full length mirror. Harrison walked by and saw me. His mouth dropped.
What? I said
He looks at me again and says: "You look trim.....I'm so confused!"
Is that a good thing?
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