Playing Dress Up

I'm not exactly constant on this thing, sorry.

Today I was feeling kind of blue and dorky. I have a cold. The realization that my oldest is going to graduate next year is hitting me, making me feel old. We have financial messes to clean up and we're still pushing the brooms. Summer looms ahead of me like a hot mess of what am I going to do with my time before I go back to school to get some experience I sorely need.

Feeling unmotivated, my unused work out clothes got taken off and I took a shower.  I dried off, opened my closet door and sighed.

My clothes stretched out before me like a dry desert to a man looking to get to the oasis on the other side.

My shirts haven't been fitting the same.  I'm used to the frustration of clothes not fitting right, being too big in one spot and not big enough in another. I wonder "What is the manufacturer thinking?" when things don't fit right. I've always known the real reason wasn't because of the clothes, it was my odd body. I was just too fat in the bust or the arms or the thighs or too short. I didn't want to go up another size. That larger size might fit one area but be wildly out of proportion for another.  Sleeves would hang down over my hands as my chest stretched the buttons. Or pants would constantly drag under my hells as the seams dug a groove in my skin at my hips or around my waist. Once or twice my upper arms said "Aw, hell no. Never!" on a cute shirt. There were times when I just gave up on shopping because I was tired of tugging things on and off. I was tired of looking for that just right style that would be at least passable on all bits of my body. Clothes shopping was rarely fun.

Now I've lost enough inches in all those difficult areas that my shirts hang different. I had noticed some shirts I wore to accommodate my chest or stomach are surprisingly too big all over.  You'd think I'd be overjoyed by that. I wasn't. That changing room dread always lurks in the dark corners of my mind. What if nothing will ever fit right again? I wasn't looking forward to trying to figure out what to wear.

I had to talk some sense into myself. It's summer. I haven't tried these clothes on since I've been building muscle and losing fat, things are going to fit different. I decided I had just enough time before I had to go to weed out the clothes. Time to prove to myself that my body is no longer hard to fit.

I threw sizes on the bed that I immediately knew were too big and made another pile one size smaller. That was my questionable, maybe it would fit, maybe it wouldn't pile.

As I tried on my questionable pile, the blues melted away. This one is still cute. OH, wow, that one is so too big, how did I not notice that? Erm, this one isn't so bad. OMG! This looks incredible! That was a long sleeved red shirt I bought a year ago. I stopped wearing it because it was tight and I looked very pregnant. Now it fits like it should. And it's super cute. :)

I was a little late in leaving. I tried shirts on for a half hour. It was fun to discover my wardrobe all over again. Even more fun to weed out the way too big or never fit well in the first place.  I highly recommend playing dress up when feeling down.