For years, I have done what a lot of women do: held on to shit I can't wear. I went shopping one day last week with my husband. We came to an agreement: I would try things on and decide what felt good, he told me what looked good. This worked out well for us since I practically avoided the mirror, and he is the weird man who enjoys shopping.
It made me realize something. I am hanging on to the past. I have the past hanging in my closet and taking up space in my drawers. I am not the past anymore, I am a new woman. I have new hopes and dreams, and new goals. It felt good to be in things that actually fit.
As much as it pains me, I will probably never fit into a size 10 anything again. But that's ok. I don't need to be a size 10 to be happy. I will continue to work on my health, through diet and exercise, and as I shrink, I will be rewarded with new clothes. Clothes that help accentuate who I am today, not who I was a decade or more ago.
I like the person I have become, and while I have a few items that I am hanging on to, I am cleaning out my closets! Give me time to be realistic and weed it all out, but, I am facing who I am in the mirror, and I am proud to be me.
