Y’all, dressing rooms are the WORST. They like to tell you everything you don’t want to hear… like, wait. I don’t look super skinny and effortless like Taylor Swift?
This got me thinking, it definitely wasn’t like this years ago. In fact, years ago I was relatively happy with my body. Size two, fit basically everything because my weight didn’t fluctuate like every damn day, and knew my size because like I said… it just didn’t change much.
Now, my size is literally all over the place and a lot has changed.
I’m definitely not trying to insinuate I’m over-weight, just simply commenting on how much can change in the span of just a couple years.
Life gets in the way of eating well and working out every day. I used to work at a gym, so it was super easy to finish a shift and go hit the elliptical or a class… now I have a full time job with weird hours and have trouble finding motivation to get up and work out.
And thus, dressing rooms have become the enemy. I seem to get it in my head I look a different way, or should be a smaller size and then I try on a skirt too many and realize my hips are much wider than they once were, and suddenly realize this is what it’s like. That’s definitely not to say I’ve given up, that’s just to say I think I’m coming to terms… while trying to change them at the same time.