Closet surprises.

Today I tried on a pair of black pants from my closet I haven't worn in at least eight years, possibly ten. I hung them up and forgot about them until last week, and today, I found out they still fit fine. Not a "jumping around to get them on" fine: genuinely fitting me well. Cupping my butt, even.

I honestly don't know what to do with this knowledge. It could be they're a pair of nearly otherworldly fantastic black pants, it could be my body's shape hasn't changed that much since I got them, it could be my body's shape has changed enough to fit the designer's original intention. Whatever it is, I've unearthed a pair of black pants for when I want to see friends and would rather show off a t-shirt than a dress.