My body is shaped like a pear. When I was at regular people weight, I was a smaller pear. Now I am a way bigger pear but a pear. Store bought clothes never fit. They are way too big in the shoulders and boobs or way too small in the hips. Also the top of my arms are fat and that's a sleeve issue often.
Maybe that's why when I pull a shirt out of the closet - one that I've made for me - and slip it on and the shoulders sit right where they should and my arms have tons of room and so does my ass and it just drapes exactly as it should, I get a thrill every time.
And it seriously does not matter. I put on a shirt this morning that I made a couple of years ago and just the fit of it made me smile. I saw a hand full of people going into the pool and not even that many coming out. I saw one guy in the elevator. That is it. No one else but all day long this shirt has made me happy and comfortable. And there are a whole lot more just as fitting and comfortable in the closet and I love that. As weird as it is.
I came home from the pool and sauteed some leftover potatoes, made some bacon, toast and fried a couple of eggs and had a much better breakfast than Denny's. And I did not trip over any black sheep relatives either.
The baseball game is this afternoon so that will likely write the script for today.