![]() ![]() Now what? Now that I know for sure that loving my body doesn’t come from a weight, or a waist measurement or even the coveted size 8 dress tag, how do I learn to give myself a break and love my body for what it is? The same “problem areas” have bugged me no matter how big or small my physical form actually is. The curves that my pre-teen self was so afraid of. No matter what size I am, I always scrutinise the same parts of myself – my curves. Whether I was wearing a size 8 or a size 16, I’ve never loved my thighs. Then a realisation hit me hard – I’ve worn a range of sizes over the years, but I’ve never truly loved how I looked. But in this clean out, I discovered that I had held onto clothes ranging from a size 8 to a size 16! Due to my curvy shape, I’ve always bought whatever size fitted me best, knowing that my average size was a 10 to 12. I was shocked to discover that I owned clothes in a lot of sizes. ![]() ![]() While holding onto these larger-sized clothes might be an act of emotional preservation thinly-veiled as a money-saving tactic, do they spark the joy that Kondo says our belongings should provide?Īs Kondo instructed, I put all my clothes on my bed and went through them one by one, holding them, assessing how they made me feel and sorting them into piles of what I would keep, and what I would donate. If I gain weight again, I can just quietly put on the bigger pants in the privacy of my own home. I’m holding onto those clothes so that I will never again be a shocked mess in a dressing room. In fact, half my wardrobe has become clothes that are too big for me. I’ve lost most of the extra weight now, but I’ve kept the bigger pants. I decided that day, that I never wanted to have that realisation in a public place again. I can vividly remember being in a Glassons fitting room, struggling to squeeze into a pair of pants and realising just how much weight I’ve gained. LISTEN: The big problem with Marie Kondo’s method for tidying up. Within a year I went-up three dress sizes. Due to challenging circumstances and side affects of some medication, I was at my biggest. The clothes in the ‘fat’ section of my wardrobe were purchased during a pretty sucky time in my life. Not to mention when friends, family or even strangers made comments about my body through its various shapely seasons that reinforced the idea that slim is good and curvy is bad. This shame unfortunately followed me into adulthood and got reinforced by societal expectations. Out of fear of looking different and feeling like I didn’t belong, I hid my beautiful little body under baggy clothes and developed a completely unnecessary sense of shame. I was one of those girls who seemingly developed curves overnight and before any of my friends. My weight has fluctuated since the moment I hit puberty. ![]()
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