SOL Tuesday Tight, snug pants

Tight, snug pants

Tight fitting pants. She wore
Pants that fit. Snugly
over her protruding butt cheeks
those pants, they fit. Those pants
blue, stretchy, expensive, exclusive
but only to the owner. Designed 
for golf, to walk, to swing
to bend - a forgiving material -
signaling, signaling ...
signaling what exactly?


A mirror confirms
what the skin has preached:
the fit is snug,
the seams prepared for
a tension of course.
Those pants, those pants
they fit and they
expose 
a figure reluctant.

So blue blue blue
So smooth smooth smooth
So un-char-act-er-is-tic
So snug snug snug

Tight? Too tight?
Panty lines 
for all to see? 
Trying too hard,
Not trying hard enough?

From somewhere else
These those my your our their 
pants
look great you say

You don't say
I see you wore
those pants.

Take 2

How long does it take to feel the way you want in your skin that is your own and just fine and no one else's? How many times will you shrink and slink and try to hide your fullness that's actually a kind of emptiness but no one is looking but everyone's judging so what difference does it make? What's the balance between your hair gone wild, your hair pressed straight, your hair undone just woke up, no bonnet in sight, your hair as it is, was and ever shall be, amen?
How do you know when you've hit rock bottom of peak middle age right when you begin your disappearing act from the public sphere not because you want to but because you become unseen not unsightly only invisible except when your credit card can do the talking? What's the shelf life of your sorrows buried under unused spices that have lost their smell but not their color, how long do you plan on keeping them? The spices and the sorrows - by now they make a package that cannot be returned.

5 thoughts on “SOL Tuesday Tight, snug pants

  1. The stream of thoughts speaks to me. Especially this part – “you begin your disappearing act from the public sphere not because you want to but because you become unseen.” As I have got older, I have often thought about the invisible middle-aged women. It’s not an imaginary thing. The social scientists have studied it. In reality these women are in their best health, wisdom and productivity.

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  2. How long does it take? At least 49 years, according to my experience. I’m still waiting to arrive.

    Pants are interesting. All the old ladies I knew growing up wore dresses all the time. So now I find myself noticing that old ladies don’t wear dresses any more and I will need to keep wearing pants – not give up on them.

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  3. There are so many levels to these writings. To me, it’s such a strong expression of identity, of that push-pull between that scripted invisibility folks are conditioned to, and feeling 100% unapologetic for the space we take up in this world. One of my favorite lines is “What’s the shelf life of your sorrows buried under unused spices that have lost their smell but not their color…” SO much to these words – to all of it. Thank you for this, Sherri.

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  4. Oh, Sherri – you’ve packed so much in here (and I DO mean words, ideas…not within the pants!! YIKES.) I was recently having a conversation with someone about growing older (say, in one’s 50s) and the doctors seeming not to care as much if you come get your checkups anymore. I loved every line here, all of it, the whimsical delivery of tough observations…but after that recent conversation, this reached out and caught me most of all: “You begin your disappearing act from the public sphere not because you want to but because you become unseen not unsightly only invisible except when your credit card can do the talking?” – just, wow. You nailed it.

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