Looking into the thesaurus for the meaning of “Losing Stature” gave me several definitions including physical and of character.
In my case, I’m suffering from both.
Because of my advanced age, I’ve lost stature when I’m hunting for a position. I like to be employed, not only because of the remuneration but because I can continue to expand my mind learning new things and teaching old things. As soon as the prospective employer discovers my age, I’ve lost stature. Just because I’m an octogenarian doesn’t mean I don’t know how to search the web, type, research or whatever the intended employer needs.
Of course, I could lie and say I’m in my fifties, but one look at me and they’ll know it’s a lie.
So, I continue to lose stature as soon as people discover my true age. Including the ladies at church, oh, my, I suppose I could be home baking cookies, but I rather be engaged in organizational duties, fundraising or whatever it needs to be done in an organization.
However, I digress. My biggest problem is “Losing Stature” in the physical sense of the word. I’m still wearing clothes I wore during my working days, but now I must hem the pant legs, tuck in the shoulders, hem the arm lengths of the blouses and coats or just double them over themselves to make them shorter.
I just discovered my mirror in the bathroom only takes part of my face. My chin is no longer visible so I need to bring the mirror down a bit so I can clean my face better.
The full-length mirror in the hall needs to be adjusted to take in the complete body, as right now my head is too low, and my shoes don’t show.
Now, going shopping for clothes, which I despise with my whole heart, I will no longer go to the regular racks, now I must look at the racks in the “Petite”, not because I’m smaller, but because I’m shorter. Weight has nothing to do with “Stature”.
Which brings me to Grumpy; he has decided to lose weight until he reaches the same weight the day we got married. Wow! He doesn’t realize the weight may go down, but the muscle mass is gone too, so he will look rather silly. But Grumpy is Grumpy and nobody can tell him what to do. In my case, I already told him in so many words. Here I Am. This is all you get after all these years together. You should have treated me better.
Love is good. Be good to yourself and meet me at the Petite section of the store.
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