Obsessed with fit
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Ok, this might sound shallow. And when you look at my photos, which are mostly at the beach where I am dressed so as not to care about sunblock stains, you could easily be thinking, "Say what?" But for a while now, I have really been fairly obsessed with wanting my clothes to fit, if not perfectly, then pretty darn close. I have low tolerance for baggy clothes. A little loose is fine. Baggy makes me look sad and worn. Not that I am a fan of tight, mind you!
This obsession has cost me a good deal of money though I look for bargains as much as I can. I honestly never expected to land at a size 6 and so overbought 8's and 10's. I think after all the years of wearing clothes that ended with X, clothes that covered two sizes, featured a lot of elastic and I still sometimes didn't fit into them, I now need my clothes to fit very, very nicely.
It is sort of like a little kid clutching a favorite toy for security. My clothes are my transitional object as I adapt to my new size and look. A way to reassure myself that I have accomplished more than I ever dreamed I could when I began this journey. I'll never argue that I am especially deep. This blog no doubt proves that point, LOL.