Clothes are not the fat girls best friend. At least, they were never mine. Things never fit right, I always looked frumpy, dumpy, and just a hot mess.
Enter today. A day of clothing giddiness, which is pretty surreal.
Because I’ve lost over 80 pounds, you can imagine that my clothes have been a bit baggy. To say the least. Even the smaller things I own. In a big winter sale, I picked up a new vegan peacoat, a goes with everything black cardigan, some lounge around the house pants and top, as well as 3 pairs of jeans. I got each pair in a different size.
So here is where the awesome begins. Everything I got, minus the largest pair of jeans, I expected to just hang up until I lost a little more. I always try things on when I shop online, so I started with the smallest pair of jeans, wondering if I’d even be able to get them up. You know what? They FIT.
A little long, even though they are of petite length, but then, I am shorter than the normal petite gal apparently! I’ll just admit this… when I began in July of 2013, I couldn’t pull up a size 18 jean. Not even close. They got about half way up my thighs. The new jeans? Size 4. And I’m really proud of that 4. I worked DAMN hard for it. I can’t wait to take the larger sizes in for a refund. :)
The coat is a petite small, and I think it’s so cute! And I actually just typed ‘petite small’ as my size.
I can hardly believe these things fit me. I have some pretty major body image issues, and most of the time see myself at my starting size – which makes it hard. Pictures help though. In these photos, I can see that I’m no longer the morbidly obese woman that started this journey a little over half a year ago. This girl. This very unhappy girl.
The last seven months have been so full of unexpected, and great things. Life is good.