When I was younger, I could eat anything I wanted. I literally did not care about my body and ate ice cream for breakfast. When I hit nineteen, the weight started slowly creeping up. Initially it was just a little here and there. A kilo or two at a time - not so much that you would really notice. Then my clothes started to feel pretty tight. I simply bought new clothes. After that it just seemed to spiral. Before I knew it I had gone up five dress sizes and was feeling rather horrible about myself.
Initially, I was in denial - I wrapped myself up in dark colours and refused to look at the plus size clothing in stores or catalogues. I was convinced that I would look awful, no matter what I wore so I hid out in clothes that were too big. I got to such a low point that I remember buying a dressing gown that was two sizes too big because it was on special. My reasoning, I could always grow into it.
It was at that stage that I was really in a funk and my family had had enough. They were sick of the baggy, loose clothing and so my mom dragged me off to look at some decent plus size clothing. I resisted at first because I did not feel that the clothing would be comfortable and because I was convinced that it would look just as bad as what I was currently wearing. I also still had this thing about buying plus size clothing even though I was clearly a plus size person.
Anyhow, to cut a long story short, we got to the store and I chose some outfits I liked. The first one I tried on proved me right - I looked hideously big and was ready to go home then and there. If my mom had not been with me, I would have left. She nagged me to try on the next outfit and I found that that one was not nearly as bad at all. My spirits lifted and she went off to pick up some more plus size clothing separates for me. My mistake, in the first instance, had been to choose a top and bottom that were the same size - I have a typical pear-shaped body and so am a size bigger on the bottom.
I did not get a whole new wardrobe that day but I did get a couple of items that I could easily mix and match. Overall, my plus size clothing shopping spree was a success. My clothes were a mixture of colors - not just the blacks and navies that I had taken to wearing. The best was when I started to wear my new plus size clothing though. So many people told me I had lost so much weight that I was quite motivated to give the diet one more try. I still have not lost it all but I am about half-way there now. Who would have thought that clothing could play such a vital role in confidence.
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