Reflections of a Former Fashionista
By: Peggy Gerber
As the frosty air comes roaring in,
turning my bones to ice,
I pop open my computer to
wage an online search
for toasty clothing to keep me warm.
Scrolling through the pages,
a pair of fleece lined leggings
catches my eye,
modeled by a 5'10" beauty
the garment hugs
each and every one of her curves,
she is epitome of chic and fashion.
I hit the purchase now button.
When the coveted package arrives
I tear open the box,
slowly stepping into the leggings,
melting into the velvety soft fleece,
feeling warmth and comfort
embrace me like a favorite old quilt.
I slink over to the mirror
with hope in my heart
only to catch my reflection sneering at me,
snarling at the way these comfortable
leggings hang loosely on my body,
sagging and bagging around
the hips and the thighs,
neither chic, nor fashionable,
I look like somebody's grandma.
Then reality hits me like a
time bomb,
I am somebody's grandma.
I glance back at the mirror
to see my reflection no longer sneering,
but rather nodding as if to say,
well, that's okay then.
You can keep the pants.
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