Good-bye, size 6
I used to be a size 6. Really. I'm not making this up. Thesis-writing was good for my figure. When I'm stressed or busy, I don't eat; the final stages of my doctorate were both stressful and busy, and led to what I thought of as a happy outcome. Besides, I was running then.
Good thing I met Werner just after finishing up, as I'm definitely not a size 6 now, and doubt I ever will be again.
Today I've been cleaning out my closet and dresser, sorting through old clothes. There they were, my treasured skinny-me clothes. {sigh} Most have been set aside for donation, although some I just couldn't part with (everyone needs a little hope, right?).
It was a bit of an archaeological exercise. Not only did I find clothes from grad school, but even dating back to my undergrad days. Flannel shirts, anyone? Then there were the items that - gasp! - I've had since high school. A long black skirt, a well-worn (and well-loved) purple henley shirt... a peach-coloured Beaver Canoe sweatshirt and a Stratford Festival ("Shakespeare lives at Stratford, Ontario") t-shirt, both worn for running. T-shirts from various universities, too.
It's been tricky figuring out what clothes now work on me. My body has changed so much - and I don't think it's going back - that even the clothes that do fit, fit differently. I'm a hodge-podge of sizes, too, depending on the item's cut and style. Yes, that's often true for many women, but I'm finding it more pronounced now.
I guess I'll never again wear skinny clothes (such as they were for me). Chauffering the minivan to soccer practices while wearing undeniably mom-clothes is just around the corner. Hello, mom-jeans, here I come.
Good thing I met Werner just after finishing up, as I'm definitely not a size 6 now, and doubt I ever will be again.
Today I've been cleaning out my closet and dresser, sorting through old clothes. There they were, my treasured skinny-me clothes. {sigh} Most have been set aside for donation, although some I just couldn't part with (everyone needs a little hope, right?).
It was a bit of an archaeological exercise. Not only did I find clothes from grad school, but even dating back to my undergrad days. Flannel shirts, anyone? Then there were the items that - gasp! - I've had since high school. A long black skirt, a well-worn (and well-loved) purple henley shirt... a peach-coloured Beaver Canoe sweatshirt and a Stratford Festival ("Shakespeare lives at Stratford, Ontario") t-shirt, both worn for running. T-shirts from various universities, too.
It's been tricky figuring out what clothes now work on me. My body has changed so much - and I don't think it's going back - that even the clothes that do fit, fit differently. I'm a hodge-podge of sizes, too, depending on the item's cut and style. Yes, that's often true for many women, but I'm finding it more pronounced now.
I guess I'll never again wear skinny clothes (such as they were for me). Chauffering the minivan to soccer practices while wearing undeniably mom-clothes is just around the corner. Hello, mom-jeans, here I come.
posted by Melanie A at 9:08 p.m.
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