I have three big bags full of clothes. I’m donating them to the local hospice thrift store; I need the closet space. Some of the clothes are pretty old. Some are almost new. They’re my “fat clothes.â€They’re all up to four sizes too big for me now. Today I wear the size I wore about 20 years ago.This is a big step for me. I’ve never banished my “fat clothes†before; I was afraid I’d need them again. But I know I won’t. I’ve learned.Those stuffed bags represent decades of blumphy discomfort. They no longer weigh me down.
