Jerri Kelley

I was getting ready for lunch with a friend. When I looked through my clothes to find something to wear, I realized none of them fit me anymore.

Not like they are the wrong size, although some are, but they don’t fit ME. They fit who I have been for years. The casual, blend into the background caregiver who tried to quietly go along in life doing what needed to be done, taking care of people, not talking about any of it. Not taking up space.

This morning none of those t-shirts or casual shirts fit, and honestly, I almost grabbed groups of hangers and tossed them on my bed to take to the thrift store. Except I need SOME clothes. I can’t get rid of EVERYTHING. Birthday Suit is not my attire of choice.

So instead, I picked a vibrant purple long-sleeve blouse that is one of my favorites (plus, it turned COLD today), and I reached into the coats and jackets section and pulled a jacket I have never worn because it didn’t fit either. Until now.

Now, it fits perfectly.

I smiled when I looked at myself in the mirror.

And I headed off to lunch in my vibrant purple shirt, natural face, and my biker jacket. Yep, that definitely fits.

Wishing you a fitting day,
Jerri Kelley