Last night, my husband unearthed a very old bin of clothing.
Upon inspection, I realized: It’s my pre-obesity wardrobe!
It was like shopping without the spending!
I’m about 4 dress sizes smaller now than I was when I put my ‘skinny clothes’ in storage, but they fit a heck of a lot better than most of the clothes I’ve been swimming in these days!
Holding on to decades of hoarded clothes (Honestly. Decades. I’m pretty sure I still have my old prom dresses around here somewhere…) can pay off when it ends up saving you money.
But there’s another fun benefit to years of hoarded clothes in assorted shapes and sizes.
If that’s not a feel-good situation, then I just don’t know what.
Yes. Those are my old pants.
Now that I’ve gotten a good giggle out of fitting both legs into one of my size 22 pant legs, I think it’s time to load up all the ‘big girl’ clothes up and get rid of them. Don’t you?
I certainly don’t need to provide myself a safety net in case of failure. Failure is not an option.
No toxic thinking allowed here at Happy Exhaustion! Only onwards and upwards!
Heads up, Purple Heart! You’re about to get a large donation of plus-sized fashion.
I won’t be needing it anymore.