I am THAT person

My sister and I have this mutual pet peeve, if you will, when people wear their pants one size too small. You know, they are so excited they fit into whatever size that they bought the pants despite the fact that it is pulling through the butt and emphasizing the bulge that is rolling over the waistband. Just to be able to say, I wear a size whatever. We are always saying when we see these people out and about, "Doesn't she know she actually looks skinnier in a size 10 than when she squeezes herself into a size 8?". Well today, my friends, I was that person. I woke up this morning to get dressed for work and slipped on one of my two pairs of work pants. You know, since I work so often. To my dismay, these pants, that I only bought a month ago, were pulling through the pockets. What? The scale says the same thing as it did a month ago. I mean, not that the number on the scale nor the size of your clothes is that important. I'm just saying. If there is no change in the number, why on earth do my pants no longer fit? I tried to grasp on to the, "maybe they shrunk" route but since I don't dry my work clothes that really didn't work for me. I finally decided that it must be because my hip-hop class finished up before the summer. That, by the way, is not fair. That your body can reshape itself just by stopping a little exercise for a few months. It was just a cruel trick to get to feel for such a short time what if felt like to be size whatever. Anyway, it was quite comical for me throughout the day. Every time I felt my pants riding up my arse I said to myself, I am that person. As I sat down and felt the fabric squeeze against my thighs I said to myself, I am that person. At least I found the humor which slightly took away from the fact that I was uncomfortable all day long. Don't worry, Gin, I will soon buy some pants that really fit!