I remember how my Prom dress was pretty tight when I zipped it up in the dressing room that afternoon.
But it covered me.
And I guess it looked OK.
So I bought it.
That was back in 1997.
A size 26W.
Now let's fast forward to this past Saturday.
It was fashion show time at my weight loss surgery support group.
The once a year event where we bring a piece of clothing from before our surgery.
An item that we wore before we lost weight.
One lady wore her size 32W acid washed jeans. She could fit her whole body into one of the legs.
One guy wore his size 5X button-up shirt.
And I wore that Prom dress.
How loose that dress is on me now.
It easily fit over my current size 6 frame.
I felt like I was wearing a big navy blue polyester blanket.
While I stood there wearing that dress, I decided that I didn't need to bring the dress home with me.
I no longer need that dress.
I donated it to the support group clothing exchange.
That dress isn't me anymore.
That's great... Sometimes I feel like giving away physical pieces of the past is a sign of letting go of an emotional piece. Not that I'm saying you will or should ever forget where you've come from, because I know that's a big part of not going back.
ReplyDeleteWhat an amazing tradition and a great way to really see how far you've come! That dress is gorgeous even at a size 26W!
ReplyDeleteSo awesome, and so empowering! I may be inspired to try on my Jared pants later.... :)
ReplyDeleteawesome sauce...
ReplyDeleteThat's a great idea! Hmm...I feel something brewing....
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