The Day I Finally Let Go Of My “Fat” Clothes
I didn’t call the small area I hung my clothes in a “closet”.
I called it my Boutique.
That’s because I could have opened my own store with all the variety of size clothes I had in there.
Everything from my then size 26W jeans, to my dream “someday-I-swear-I’ll-fit-them-size-8s”.
But, I’ll never forget the day when I finally decided to get rid of all the clothes that were just too big for me anymore.
I knew it was time to let them go.
Boy, was that scary! I had to face my deepest fears.
What if this is just a temporary weight loss like the many times before and I need them!!
But, you know, that kind of thinking gave me the same psychological “out” before. I needed a clean break. No back-up, “just in case” plan. No turning back.
I set my intention to refuse to make failure an option.
The clothes had to go.
I told myself if what I had in my closet didn’t fit, I’d go naked before I bought a bigger size! (Eek! Talk about pressure)
Basically, I had drawn a line in the sand because I knew once I pushed that line even an inch, I would have been free-falling right back to ground zero. I had done it a million times before.
So, I packed up all my bags, and even though I felt terrified that I’d regret my decision (hey! I had some nice clothes!) I drove to the local Goodwill, and never looked back.
I haven’t had to go naked yet (aren’t you all lucky?).