Sweatpants to Tights

I have this old pair of size xl grey sweatpants.

I loved these sweatpants. I used to rush home from work to crawl into them all worn out and broken in. They were like a really good book or a lifelong friend. They never criticized me while I had my mid-afternoon snack of a "big grab" bag of doritos and a can of pepsi. They were forgiving and comfortable. They have a few best friends too... The big green leather couch, the fluffy brown fleece blankie and Mr. Remote.

One day, I decided to not put on my sweatpants but rather pull on my running tights.
I'd always been leary of them... I certainly wouldn't wear them out in public... not with this body... not with my "fat hip" not with this CELULITE!

But that day I decided... who's gonna look at me watch me run past them and say, "hey fatty, don't you know your butt is jiggling down the sidewalk?" no one and even if they did I wouldn't hear them because I had also replaced Mr. Remote with Sir Ipod

The couch will have to wait.

So I ran. And I didn't do bad. I'm really not a runner by nature. I find it strange. Why run when you can drive? Oh because hopping in the grociery - getter won't make my butt any smaller!? Okay. So I ran and I ran, and I run some more.

This morning I was getting ready for work and its a "dress however you really want to" kind of week because its break and there's like 4 of us here. So I reached up into my closet to get down a sweatshirt and my hand felt something familiar.... my old grey sweatpants. Old friend. There are times I have missed you deeply. Like when I want to revert and eat ho-ho's and drink Orange Crush. (which I don't do)

I put Ol'Grey back this morning and instead pulled on a pair of new Yoga pants. And I wore them. And I feel good in them.... they hug my butt. Yes I still have a "Fat Hip" but I will forever and I wear it proudly because I earned that scar and the scar tissue that makes it slightly mishapen, but I will not hide behind old grey sweatpants any more....
I'm a tight-wearing, mud slinging up my back, snot running down my face, "ICAN"T HEAR YOU, CUZ I GOT MY TUNES IN MY EAR" running some-of-a-itch and I don't plan on going back!