I did a little What Not to Wear / Mission: Organization on my closet today. I went through and tried everything on. I got rid of two bags of clothing. Here's what I learned:
I am not a size 0 anymore.
I am not a size 1.
I am not a size 2.
I am a size 4. I am a size 4. I am a size 4. I might be a size 4 1/2, but let's not go there right now.
I had a lot of pants I didn't even know I had.
What was I thinking with that little black beaded tanktop?
I have a lot of hangers that are unused.
I have 4 little black dresses.
There were several outfits I could have worn to Caterina's party that would have been better than the one I did wear, had I really looked in my closet.
It makes me very very sad, but it is finally time to throw away my most favorite jeans that I bought in 2000. The knees are both worn out, and that is why I have femoral patella syndrome today. Plus, I will never fit into them again. Never.
I know elastic waistbands are not the sexiest, but they make things still fit, unlike some other waistbands.
My friends are so sweet to give me their size 4 pants.
I should be grateful I am a size 4. Many people would kill to be a size 4.
It's all relative.
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If you ever plump up enough to need some size 8's, just let me know. :)
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