Collar bones.  Most people don’t even think twice about them, other than to say perhaps, “hey those are cool.”  But to someone who has lost a lot of weight, they’re fascinating.  I’ve always looked at other people’s collar bones in envy.  I mean, I knew I had them, but I have to admit I’d begun to doubt it.

For the past 15 years at least, I could barely feel them, let alone see them just by looking.  I think of all the *perks* (and that tells you how sad I am that I consider this a perk) of losing weight, finally being able to see my collar bones has to be one of the best.  I remember the feelings that went through me the very first time I saw a picture of myself in which they were clearly visible.  If I knew how to dance, I would have done a happy dance.

Even though it has been a while since they first made their appearance, the people around me probably think I have some kind of chronic shoulder condition, because I find myself constantly touching them.  I can’t keep my hands away from them.

If there is one thing that losing weight has taught me, it is to appreciate the little things.