Corduroys Equal Love?
I got up this morning and fumbled through my dresser for something to wear.
I knew I’d be editing my book all day so comfort and mood were my primary concerns.
And then my fingers slipped over the fuzzy wales of an old pair of corduroy pants. As soon as my fingers struck the material, my mouth curved into a broad smile and my heart radiated:
My thrift store 1970s beige pants are well worn and oh so comfortable.
They feel sensual as they hug my curves without pinching despite the few extra pounds I’ve put on since retiring from the Air Force.
I stepped to the mirror and held them up to me. They’re no fashion statement if you’re one of those who judge these things.
But I judged based on how they made me feel and on that scale, these things are decadently fashionable for my mood and my soul so I slipped one foot into each leg and settled them comfortably onto my hips.
I turned around. Damn my ass looks good.
As I admired myself, I smiled radiantly – I’m irresistible when I’m happy and confident.
The smiles just kept coming!
The scene reminded me of someone from my childhood: a bear named Corduroy.
This teddy bear lived at a department store and waited for ages to be bought until one day when Lisa walked in and wanted to purchase him. Her mother refused saying she’d spent too much already and pointing out that Corduroy was missing a button.
That night, Corduroy went hunting for his button around the department store, but by morning he was back on the shelf, still imperfect.
Lisa returned that morning to purchase him with the money she’d saved up in her piggy bank.
She loved him despite the missing button.
Corduroy was beautiful to Lisa and beside him stands Velveteen Rabbit and any other number of perfectly imperfect childhood companions; even Winnie the Pooh can’t find a shirt that fits yet we love and cherish him.
So as I stood in the mirror admiring my curves covered so wonderfully by these corduroys, I was reminded that a thing need not be perfect to be lovable.
My belly has stretch marks from bearing children and some would say I need to lose a few pounds; but I say I’m sexy. I’m beautiful. I’m worthy of love as I am; right here, right now, today.
I don’t need a ‘Lisa’ to come along for me to realize that.
I need only to remind myself in these small moments of clarity.
Thank you Corduroy(s).
Corduroy Pants photo taken by me 🙂
Corduroy Teddy photo courtesy of Vromansbookstore.com