The Story of Those Acid-Wash Shorts
It finally happened. My favorite pair of shorts didn’t fit.
I had found these adorable, high-waisted, acid wash shorts from Target. They were on sale, only costing me $10. As a girl who loves the 1980s, I had to have them. I bought them and they fit perfectly! They were the right length, covered my stomach, and made me look adorable.
I wore them as often as I could. I found shirts that somehow matched and looked great with the odd color of acid wash. The shorts made me happy, because I didn’t feel “fat” with them on, plus they felt nostalgic and trendy at the same time. My acid wash shorts were comfy. They were the pair that I wore every time I went to a rock concert, or felt like going back in time for the day.
Back in May, I had just graduated college. I really, really wanted to see my favorite band, Def Leppard, in concert. They were touring with Journey, and would be at Fenway Park in August. I didn’t want to see them at Fenway. The place was huge and I wanted to be at a show where I felt close to the band. Being at Fenway meant I would most likely watch the show through the giant screens. Luckily, their first stop on the tour was in Hartford, Conn. As a graduation present, my mom bought secondhand tickets for the show online and we booked a hotel overnight. I was so excited! I didn’t even care that our seats were high up and cheap, because we would still be closer than at Fenway.
When the time came, I quickly planned my outfit before we left. I bought a shirt earlier that said “SAVAGE” on it, after my favorite member of the band, Rick Savage. I decided I would wear that shirt with my acid wash shorts. I didn’t bother to try it on, and we left for our three hour road trip to Hartford.
We checked into the hotel and I went to change into my concert outfit. I tried to put on my acid wash shorts, and I struggled to button them. I knew I gained weight recently, but I didn’t think I had gained that much weight. After multiple tries, I just could not button them. I couldn’t wear the shorts tonight. Luckily, the red shorts I had been wearing earlier matched with the shirt and I wore that to the show. Def Leppard was amazing, and we got upgraded for free to side-stage seats (I was the closest I’ve ever been in the four times I’ve seen them). The show was absolutely wonderful.
But I still couldn’t get over the fact that I couldn’t fit into my favorite shorts anymore.
For the rest of the summer, I left my acid wash shorts in my drawer. I didn’t wear them. I couldn’t. It made me realize that oh my god, I was fat. I’ve always dealt with weight issues, and it sucked that this had finally happened. Eventually, I also learned that I didn’t fit into some of my other clothes as well. This was real. The fact that I was overweight meant that something needed to be done.
It took me a while to actually start doing something, though. Just a few weeks ago I started going to the gym (I don’t remember the last time I’ve worked out). But it doesn’t feel like much progress has happened yet. The other day at work, a woman wrote at the bottom of the credit card slip, “Good luck with the baby!”
I’m not pregnant. I’m just fat.
I can only hope that in the next year, I can start to eat better. I’ll welcome more vegetables into my diet and less sugar. My workouts at the gym will increase from 25 minutes to 60 minutes. But it takes time, and I’ve learned that the hard way. It only takes a little bit to gain weight, but to lose it?
That’s a situation I’m still struggling with.
And to think, it all started because my shorts didn’t fit.