The world is more tangible. Your senses are alive. The colors are brighter. The smells more pungent.
You.
Feel.
Everything.
When you smile it’s because you’re pleased, not polite. When you laugh, the truth of a joke has reached into your body and yanked the laughter from you. When you cry, you know exactly why you’re crying.
Plain as day.
Slip into your fat pants and the veil is torn from in front of your eyes. Life is lived, directly. The plastic, protective coating of your too-tight jeans have been shed. You’re in your true skin. You’re in truth.
You’re in your fat pants.
Repeat after me:
“I live my true life, as my true self, occupying my true space in the world.
The lies are in my hamper.
I am wearing my fat pants, the pants that fit the person I am, not the person I wish I could be.
I am wearing my fat pants.
I wear the universe in a relaxed fit style.”
Happy Slip Into Your Fat Pants Day!
