A perfect (and unexpected) fit

Old Navy sent me an email advertisement about a sale on $15 jeans. I had a pair of Old Navy jeans which I found at a clothing exchange and really liked. The sale gave me an excuse to go buy a couple of new pairs of jeans, since, earlier that day, I had realized that the ones I had were too big. At the time, I was wearing an American size 16W jeans. Continue reading “A perfect (and unexpected) fit”

Hiding in Plain Sight

Shopping for clothes has never been a fun thing I enjoyed doing. I would only buy clothes when I needed them, or after gaining a bunch of weight when I “grew” out of them. Ironically, when I lost weight, I generally didn’t buy new clothes. I just wore the same clothes only baggier. Whenever my friends or my sister wanted to go shopping, I would humor them and tag along, but had no expectation of finding anything I liked or anything in my size. I would walk up to a rack and pretend I was looking for myself, then give up and look for things for them. I was just there. Not really participating, not really having fun, just there in my thoughts, talking to myself about how big I was, how ugly I was and how I wished I had a cuter, skinnier body. Continue reading “Hiding in Plain Sight”