One evening I was rummaging through a box of items that I still have not found a place for since I moved into my house four years ago. I pulled out a big silver color ring that had a hanger and several belts hanging off it. Oh wow, I need a new belt or two, so I started trying on belts that at one time fit me just fine. But then I got older and quit smoking. One by one I tried on the belts only to find that the majority of them did not even meet in the front.
What happened to my old waist? I was upset for quite some time after realizing my once tiny waist somehow disappeared when I wasn’t looking – or maybe I was distracted by all the chocolate bars I’ve been eating. Still - what used to be a curve is now a straightaway and I will never be able to wear those belts again for fear of doing irreparable damage by getting one to hook while simultaneously cutting off the oxygen and blood supply to my brain.
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