The clothes I’ve been wearing lately have gotten loose (or in some cases, started to really fit properly for the first time in ages). The pants are silly coz they stretch out a bit when they’ve been worn and look even bigger. But my biggest concern really was the bras. The ones I’ve been wearing have been stabbing me with the underwires which is not the way I prefer to go through my day. My plan was to drag out the sewing machine and try another little repair job (this is not the first time the evil wires have been a problem).
Instead, though, I went shopping in my dresser. Stuffed in the back of the top drawer were some old bras from the “before days.” I did not expect them to fit but since the newer ones were hopeless, I pulled one out just to see how far I needed to go to get into it – and it FIT. Honestly, it feels so much better and is staying in place the way the newer ones have been doing lately. Because, um, they were too big.
Interesting. It’s kind of novel to think about clothes being too big. My idea of fitting is actually being loose instead of hugging lumpy curves. But I’ve lost almost 36 lbs and it’s obvious that it’s time to look at those clothes in the closet and tucked away in the chest just in case.
So I tried on a few more, some pants that I thought were wayyyy too small – and they are small, but I can see myself wearing them again by November. I haven’t worn them in over two years. I tried on some sweaters and things that were impossibly snug almost fit and will be available to me when the weather changes enough to need to actually wear sweaters.
I know, of course, that with the WLS this fall, that my shape will be changing and I need to really pull out what’s stored away and separate it by size, using Vickie‘s criteria of “would I buy this again?” rather than just “does it fit?” Most of us have a ton of stuff in different sizes that we bought because it fit but once we had it home and wore it a few times, we realized that Stacy and Clinton would not approve. I’d rather have a small wardrobe of things that look good on me than more clothes that make me look not my best. That goes for coats, too. I already have another bag of clothes to drop off at the Salvation Army today. Makes room for me, gives good clothes to someone who needs them. That’s a win-win situation in my book.