Yesterday, I committed fashion sin: I wore pants a full size too small for me. You know, the pants you manage to squeeze into while thinking to yourself, “once I lose 10 pounds these are going to fit me perfectly!” Do I hear you nodding? For me, the pants are light brown skinny cargos I picked up at Loft about 2 years ago on the clearance rack. They go with absolutely everything….except my body.
The process of putting on the pants goes something like this: I start by jumping up and down while pulling on the belt loops until they magically make it past my hips. Next, I inhale deeply, hold my breath and attempt to fasten the button. Don’t even get me started on the zipper, I’m
99% positive 100% sure it never quite zips all the way so I solve this problem by wearing long shirts. After a good 5 minutes, I usually do some lunges as an attempt to stretch the pants (this does not work) and make them fit. Unfortunately for me, these pants are not part of any sisterhood and while they may magically fit someone else (like someone who is in fact a size 4), the “magic” definitely doesn’t work on me.
You see, this is one of the aspects of growing up that people always tell you about, but you always somehow feel immune to. If you sneak through college without gaining the infamous “freshman 15” then you somehow allow yourself to believe you’ve completely by-passed that part of life. Then a couple years down the road you’re shocked and devastated to find that those 15 pounds somehow found you anyway.
After a full day of wearing the pants, I was blue in the face from holding my breath and unable to sit down comfortably. I realized I’d sacrificed my comfort because I was attached to the old version of myself who did fit in those pants once, and I wasn’t ready to let go her yet. So I sucked in my stomach, wasted 5 minutes putting them on and spent a whole day in pants that made me miserable. It took only that day to realize I was ready to let them go, because no pants are worth all that work. At the end of the day, I just wanted my perfect-fitting, curve-hugging, comfortable size 6 pants. Happy to see pants I owned in my actual size, I tucked the ill-fitting pants away in a box to donate and reminded myself that I’ll always love me, no matter my size, and no pants can ever take that away from me.
PS – I’m super excited to be feature on Alyssa’s blog, The Glossy Life, today as part of her “it” girl series. Her blog is one of my absolute favorites and is one of my daily reads. Make sure to check out the post HERE. 🙂