My brain hasn’t caught up to the scale yet and I still see myself as much bigger than I am. This is apparently especially true when shopping for clothes.
Headed to Florida for a conference tomorrow and decided to treat myself to a new dress in a bright color or pattern. I’m completely obsessed with lemon yellow lately and happily it’s all over the stores this season, so I went to a few spots at a local mall to try on some things.
Three things happened: First, I instinctively wandered over to the Plus section in each store, before reminding myself that I no longer wear those sizes. (And why do they seem to have more cute stuff in that section now that I can’t fit into it?!) Secondly, even in the misses section, I repeatedly took too big stuff into the dressing room and had to ask an attendant to bring me a smaller size. In one store, I did this twice on the same garment. Third, I kept steeling myself for inevitable disappointment each time I picked up an item and buttoned, zipped, pulled on, pulled down, etc. Only to be left in open-mouthed surprise when everything fit and, what’s more, looked nice!
One of my errands later today is to pick up a size 12 skirt on hold for me because the 14 in the store I visited earlier was sloppy big. I may actually need a 10. Which, WTF? Even with a stretch garment, I wouldn’t have been able to get that thing on my arm before!
Didn’t find “the” dress I was looking for, but I found something else — tangible validation of my progress and a renewed sense of what fun trying on clothes can be. I’d avoided it for years, it was just too depressing. Easier to grab something, try it on at home, and take it back if necessary. There’s something so enjoyable about going into a dressing room, trying on a pile of stuff, and liking what you see in the mirror. Glad that’s back! Now if I could just learn to grab the right size…