A few years back I sorted my duds according to season and then use. There were the "real" clothes for work and places where people would see me in them, and then the "others." Those could be worn in the house and yard as kick around clothes that we all have. They were neatly folded in large brown storage bags in my spare room. At this time, some bags have been opened and ransacked in search of a particular item, some are untouched. The sad news is that due to the medications I've had to take over the past few years, it is most likely that many things no longer fit my over-sized body anymore.
I now have a huge amount of clothing to go through, sort, and toss or donate. This is hard for an impractical person. Maybe I will fit into the ones I like again someday? The clothes I see out in the stores today might not have the comfort and style that I like in my old stuff. Part of me wants to toss out every last garment in this house and start over with this Large Marge body I seem to be doomed with, the other part holds out hope that things might change and I can get off the prednisone (and others) that bring on weight (and my particular favorite expression "weight reallocation" -- meaning extra fat starts to accumulate in new places such as the waist I used to have, the belly, the face, and the back of the neck, of all places. Boo.) By giving up all my out of date, well loved and worn duds, am I giving up on myself and accepting this new fat suit I have to live with? Not sure. My answer has been to stick the bags in my spare room an not deal with it. You can only imagine what is in my spare room!
Of course it is not practical to hang on to old clothes at this point in life. I have shirts from my teens for God's sake (though I will NEVER throw out my long sleeved Smiths t-shirt. Ever.) Shopping is such a hassle and finding things that fit well on the Big Bod is a challenge. I like my vintage duds better than what I see in stores. But, it is time to be practical and start figuring this situation out. Sigh. My neighbor said she is taking clothes out daily and if she doesn't want to wear them, out they go. If she does, they stay. That's a good process but could take me years to complete. Watch out, trash men, I think I am about to force myself to be practical and say goodbye to the me that I used to think was fat, before I got even fatter. I think I even have to go gimp at the mall to find a few new things. Maybe some new duds will help me accept the new fat suit I feel like I am wearing every day. And if a miracle happens and the weight comes off, I can go shopping again. I feel more practical already!
What will you make today?