Small Clothes

I was at Walmart yesterday (shocker, I know) and I was looking for some tank tops and capris for the summer *snicker*. I was rather disappointed in the selection, or lack of, but kept looking anyway. I found a couple of dressy tops hung up on the wall. I looked for my size and remember thinking "Those look so small, there's no way they'll fit". I grabbed them anyway, the price was right, and figured if worse came to worse, I'd just return them.

Fast forward to this morning when I tried them on and much to my surprise, they fit. I blogged awhile ago about letting go of the fat girl mentality. I guess what I neglected to realize is that that also translates into what I think, or don't think, I can wear. I'm still not really used to having clothes that are smaller, not just in size but look. I used to be so embarrassed about the size of my clothes, not just the number, but holding them up when I was folding and looking at them. I hated shopping and checking out, if for no other reason than I was ashamed about the size, numbers and actual size of the clothes in comparison to regular sized clothes. I would try so hard to hide the tags. I wouldn't look at the cashier that was ringing me in. I even hated telling people where I was going shopping.

It sucks to be that embarrassed over something so silly. But the truth is, I'm not the only one that feels that way. We shouldn't let those things get to us, but when you've been overweight all of your life, and none of your friends are, it's hard. I'm sure my friends never once cared or thought less of me because I had to go to the plus size section in Walmart or Reitmans or had to go into Addition Elle. But I was mortified. I often went alone, because I didn't want anyone to know.

Sometimes, I just forget. Not only am I smaller but my clothes are smaller. So, here's my advice. Don't just look at something and dismiss it as too small. Actually try it on. You might be like me and end up pleasantly surprised.