I bought a pair of size 10’s again
After finally being able to buy 8’s
Don’t come at me because of the size
If you do, you’ll be missing the point.
For a moment
I thought I would be devastated
But found it felt more like…
Bummed
“Bummed”, more quickly than expected,
Morphed into “whatever.”
The winter months kept us more housebound
And brought with it a couple of pounds
It also brought family celebrations
Personal growth and opportunities
It brought tears, laughter, and dancing in the living room
And puppy snuggles that covered me in hair
I am blessed to have seen another season come and go
I have fewer of them in front of me than behind
A pants size doesn’t define me
It’s only fabric protecting me from the cold
I go into spring eager to move my body more
In a naturally sustainable way that fits me
To feed it good food and the occasional treat – because life is meant to be lived
In hopes of eking out a few more years
Maybe the size 8’s will fit again – or maybe not
The fact of the matter is, our bodies are changing constantly
We are not meant to remain unchanging in any way
In this last season of my life
Things seem to change and move at a more rapid rate
Or maybe my view of the finish line is much clearer,
But I hope to practice more gratitude every time
I wake in the middle of the night
With my lungs still bringing in air
My heart still keeping its steady rhythm
And not worry so much
About the number on the label of my pants.
P.K. Glaser 4/16/2026
