I won't miss....

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I won’t miss the way my legs chafe, the way shorts ride up until I discreetly tugged them down.

I won’t miss feeling like a wallflower.

I won’t miss watching people move, and act, and sing, and dance and wishing, oh wishing, I felt that free.

I won’t miss sealing my hopes and dreams into an envelope and mailing it to the future. Sometimes I fear that I don't know how to get there.

I won’t miss the excuses and the regrets and the feeling like I’ve wasted precious years.

I won’t miss the tears.

I won’t miss dreading, oh dreading, any occasion with dresses, or dressing up, or dressing, really. Not the spanx. Not the high heels that made my feet appear four sizes smaller than my frame. NOT the panty hose.

I won’t miss thinking that size 14, 16, and 18 would fit differently, more acceptingly, in different stores.

I won't miss waiting.  And waiting.  And waiting.  And waiting for life to begin.