You don’t fit me.
Because you don’t fit my season anymore.

It’s refreshing to give this away as I choose to be comfortable in my body now. I clung onto a single girl in her 20’s when I’m a mom in her 30’s.
Hanging onto these meant hanging on to the impossible. Hanging onto these doesn’t make room for my growth in my journey. Could I be this size again? Sure. But for now I can always buy new pants.