A Fibromyalgia Poem for Christmas

A Fibromyalgia Poem for Christmas
Christine Tender Points When I was much younger, labels were everything to me. Everything I owned had to have the same label as the thing the next person had. One item in particular that stands out in my mind is penny loafers, the only thing to wear to school with a pleated skirt and knee socks. Remember those? The only ones I wanted were Bass Weejuns. There were many other penny loafer brands that looked nearly identical and were much cheaper. But in my world, if they weren't made by the Bass company and they weren't the Weejuns style, you just didn't wear them. My mother often objected to my brand preferences, but in this instance, she was easily persuaded. Luckily for me, I had narrow feet, and these were the only penny loafers made in a narrow width. Kids today are no different. My granddaughter's Christmas list contained only items made by Lululemon. I've never shopped for athletic clothing. Before fibromyalgia reduced my ability to participate in anything requiring special clothing, I would have worn my loosest, baggiest, most comfortable clothes to stretch and sweat in. Today's kids have special clothing — special kinds for every activity and all with special labels. I suspect there are similar products available at a much more reasonable price. But even if there were, she wouldn't want them. And I understand this. I'm the Bass Weejuns girl. I get it. Thankfully, I've outgrown that stage of my life. Today, comfort is king in my world. Labels be damned! And where gifts are concerned, homemade a
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