I am not a pants kinda girl
I have a small(ish) waist. Even at my fattest, my waist to hips ratio was respectable. Which simply means my hips were enormous. My friends tell me that I have an hourglass figure. (Actually I am pear-shaped. Did you know Marilyn Monroe was pear-shaped?) When I put on tons of weight, I still retain the shape, and that is my saving grace. Having been over weight practically my entire adult life, I have learnt to dress according to my shape. I look alright in skirts, better in dresses and totally hideous in pants. Can't hide those hips and thighs in pants.
My darling (but mean) father has often teased me with one of Ogden Nash's poem. (Oh how I love Ogden Nash!)
Sure, deck your limbs in pants,
Yours are the limbs, my sweeting.
You look divine as you advance . . .
Have you seen yourself retreating?
So, over the years I have learnt to avoid wearing pants. Recently, I was wearing one my skirts and went for an important meeting. Unfortunately for me, I was ushered into a lounge with low sofas and not the usual expected meeting room. As a result I spent most of the meeting pulling down my skirt which kept riding up to my thighs. No, not very conducive to a serious work meeting. Especially when you're trying to be assertive and be seen as an equal (and not a woman!). Today, I had another meeting at the same place and decided to wear pants. Not my best foot (or should I say hips) forward. But it was either looking fat or spend another one hour being conscious about my skirt. The meeting went off well and after that on my way back to work I dropped by to see a girl-friend whom I had not seen in a couple of weeks. AND she said I looked nice. IN PANTS! So the weight loss has begun to show on my hips finally. And I can't wait to see how much difference another 25 lbs will make. I may not be a pants kinda girl, but how lovely would it be if I looked good in them.