My Panty Hose Moment
My Panty Hose Moment came about a month after my first Eureka moment.
At my heaviest, putting on of any kind of garment was a trial. If it wasn’t physically difficult, I hated how I looked. Nothing fit, everything was TIGHT. I loathed the way I looked and felt.
If I ever write a screenplay I’ll be sure to include a panty hose “scene.” My thighs were really big. My legs were stiff and I was having on/off problems with my back. If I thought putting on shoes was a horrible experience, getting into my panty hose was worse. It was TORTURE. It would take at least five minutes and I would be exhausted and totally demoralized when I was done.
To start off with I had to purchase the big thick “tights” type of panty hose because the lighter kind wouldn’t survive the process. The easiest way to get the panty hose on was to lie on the bed with my legs in the air. Then I would leverage myself into my panty hose an inch at a time. Then I would roll off the bed to get into a standing position.
To avoid this torture, I simply started wearing pants all the time.
Then one day I forced myself to go out to a gathering. I forced myself to get into a dressier pair of pants. I wanted to wear my tights because they smoothed out some of the lumps. And without even thinking about it, I sat on the end of the bed and pulled them on.
EUREKA!!
No legs up in the air. No grunting and groaning. No tortured pulling and stretching and ripping.
EUREKA!!
Progress.
Melanie