I went shopping this weekend and tried on a whole bunch of clothes. Any pants, shorts, or capris were a size 6 and any shirts were a size small. The first thing up was a cute white shirt and I really liked it, so I hoped it would fit. Wouldn’t you know that it was too big? I was shocked and figured that it was that particular shirt, so I tried on the next one. Same thing. How could it be that a size small is too big on me now? Me, an extra small? Puh-lease - I don’t think so. The dressing room person brought me an extra small in only one shirt because they didn’t have the other in that size. The extra small fit. I was standing in the dressing room wearing an extra small shirt without having to stretch out the sleeves because it hugged my arms too tight. There was no stretching out or altering of any sorts. It fit my body perfectly.
I wasn’t totally happy though. I just figured that it was those particular 2 shirts that were off. Next to trying on the bottom-wear.
First a pair of white shorts. Just so you know, I had tried on these same shorts about a month ago. I thought they would be perfect for my Florida trip. It was too bad that they were a little too snug on my waist and they clung to my thighs a little too tight for comfort. I was up for the battle with the white shorts again just to see if by miracle they would fit this time. Again, these shorts didn’t fit… but not because they were too tight. Nope, this time there was too much room in the waist and my legs didn’t even seem to touch the material. OK very strange (the same proved true for the pants and the capri’s) and then a lightbulb went off in my head: Could it be that I am on my way into a size 4? No way Kristin, you are 140lbs and to be a size 4 you have to weigh in the 130’s at the very least. (I made up that rule on my own, by the way.)
I tried on a super cute dress that was a size small. What in the world was going on here? This dress didn’t fit right either - too baggy in most areas. Ugh.
Here’s what I realized to be true (that I pretty much already knew)… First, it does not matter how much you weigh. All bodies are different and the pounds are pretty much irrevelvant. Second, I am losing somewhere because things are too big (and it’s just not a coincidence that all things were too big). Third, my body image is still not 100%. Yes, it’s true. Although I do not see myself as the same girl that I was when I weight 190lbs, I still see a girl that can pick away at her flaws. Sure, I can appreciate the 50lbs I’ve lost and see it in pictures. I can notice how far I’ve come with overcoming binge eating disorder… but there is still something that pops into my head occasionally that tells me that I should worry about silly things.
You know yesterday I wore a pair of Abercrombie jeans. Now being that I’m 27 yrs old, I have grown out of the Abercrombie stage. Why did I wear these jeans then? Oh because I could. Because the last time that I wore them I was about 19 yrs old and in my freshman year of college. College! Wow. That was an eye-opener for me and I will admit it felt really good. I mean, really good. I have always liked those jeans and have kept them in my closet for all of these years, despite Rob trying to get me to throw them (and other things) away a few years ago.
“One day I will fit into these again and then I will know that I made it!” I said the same thing about skirts when I weighed more. “When you’re a size 6, you can wear skirts again and feel really good about yourself.” I randomly picked size 6 as the magical number and then when I got down to a size 6, I felt like I should have felt differently about myself. Interesting why that doesn’t hold true.
Our thinking with body image is mostly negative and very detrimental to ourselves. So, why do we do it then? I think that it’s just the old habit of beating ourselves up about flaws, constantly comparing ourselves to others, and the infamous celebrities and their battles to be thin.
For me with this shopping instance, it was just weird because I used to associate size small with someone that is skin and bones. The realization that someone (me) could have curves AND still be a size small never really crossed my mind. Plus, I don’t want to be skin and bones - I quite enjoy having an athletic build and with some curves.
Well, I’m changing… As of now, I am proud to say and accept that I have lost enough weight to almost be a size 4 (From a tight 14 to an almost 4 is pretty darn good!). I promise myself that I will accept the size in the dressing room and not think that the store went crazy and made a whole bunch of clothes bigger than the size they put on the tag. And most importantly, I will love myself and not say or do anything that will make my body image one of a negative thing!