I honestly do not know what I was thinking when I was overweight. I purposefully made this dress and wore it to church.
Yes, it was Christmas. Yes, the little one looked cute in her plaid dress with little Christmas trees on it. Me? Not so much. I remember thinking how it was nice that there was so much “going on” with the fabric because a busy fabric meant that no one would notice that I was so big, or that the sleeves on my turtleneck were a wee bit tight. I honestly thought that.
I remember heading off to church and walking through the halls. People would say things like this:
“Oh, you match.”
“That’s a cheerful plaid.”
“Look, you even found the same color turtlenecks.”
What no one said was, “That plaid dress with Christmas trees on it looks great on you.” Not that anyone ever said those things to me when I was obese. I usually got the, “Oh, you got your haircut comment,” or some other innocous saying.
I could put up more pictures of me in very bad Christmas dresses, sweaters and even green pants with candy canes on them, but I’ll spare you the embarrasment of having to look at them. 🙂 I had a little fashion philosophy back then which I abandoned as the weight came off. I told myself that the bigger the accessories, the louder the prints or the puffier the puffed paint there was – the less of my body people noticed.
As I lost weight, I realized that those big prints and bad dresses didn’t hide anything. It was all right there for everyone to see. My clothes couldn’t camouflage my weight, nor was I particularly good at picking out (or making) flattering clothes for myself. Once the weight started coming off, I stopped wearing clothes with holiday stuff all over them. One time John asked me if I wanted a “Christmas sweater,” and I looked at him as though he had lost his mind. “What?” he said, “You used to wear them.” I agreed and explained that for me, I just couldn’t wear those types of clothes anymore because 1) I didn’t like how they looked on me, and 2) those clothes reminded me of the years that I tried to hide behind big prints and ugly clothes.
I’m not a total scrooge – I may wear a pair of snowflake earrings very occasionally, but the bad Christmas clothes are a thing of the past. It was a “leaving behind” of something that reminded me of obesity and my attempts to cover up what couldn’t be hidden.
Have your style choices changed since you started changing your eating patterns? Diane