This morning, I was talking with crazybarefeet about the "committee" in our minds that tends to make us feel bad about ourselves - voices of old bullies, mean teachers and bad boyfriends. I was lamenting my ever growing waistline and the fact that my pants this morning had joined the committee. I put them on to wear for the second time ever and they would not do up.
me: Stupid pants. I'm going to make them into a purse. Purses are never anything but supportive.