That girl's a 10!

I've found myself holding my jeans up from inside my pockets lately... and you know what that means!!!

I went shopping for a new size and can officially announce that I am a size 10!!!

I haven't been a size ten since middle school ... more than half my lifetime ago.

In a previous lifetime, I used to tell my boyfriend that we had to get married if I ever got down to a size 10 ... because it was my dream. Because I figured it was the best I could do. Because I wanted my wedding photos of me at my best. Because I figured my body was naturally meant to be a size 16 and anything lower than a 10 would be pushing it too much past it's natural state.

At the store today, I grabbed 5 pairs of pants and skirts in size ten, but they just looked so small that I grabbed a few size 12s, also. I first tried on a cute skirt that was all springy and lovely - and a size ten - and was just shocked when I was able to button and zip it! The next skirt fit too! But I was still nervous - there is more to being a size ten than the waist ... Gulping audibly, I grabbed a pair of Lee jeans ... and slowly stepped into them. Imagine my surprise when they slid right on!

All five 10s fit - the waist of each one felt so small in my hands that I'm still shocked! I didn't think it would be possible.

How cool is it that I moved down to a size 10 on April 10, 2010????