Happy 2019, friends! Is focusing on self-love one of your goals this year? It is for me! I finally wrote down my New Year’s “resolutions”, and this is one of the first years ever that I didn’t set a weight loss goal. To be totally real with you, I struggled hard with my weight and body image last year. There…View Post
Hi lovelies, September is PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome) awareness month! In celebration of this important month which is near and dear to my heart, I wanted to have an honest conversation about this silent disease and how it impacts my life (ps- teal is the official color of PCOS). This is going to be a very personal post, so buckle…View Post
I’ll let you in on a little secret: a #majorkey to being confident in your swimsuit is finding the right fit! For us ladies with long torsos (I’m 5 ft 8, but all torso), finding that right fit can be a real struggle. For years I thought I was destined to a life of wedgies by the pool due to…View Post
Hi babes! Today’s post is going to be very raw and honest, so buckle up. I saw an image on Pinterest a while ago that has really been talking to me lately. It said “imagine if we obsessed about the things we loved about ourselves.” Oftentimes we are hyper-focused on what we dislike about ourselves or current situations, instead of…View Post
Today I’m talking about something that we haven’t covered yet- anxiety. This is something that’s been on my heart a lot lately, as I’ve been extra anxious the last few weeks (cue the holidays), and have been dealing with anxiety for many years as a not-so-fun side effect of PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome- see my post about this here). Whenever…View Post
If your closet is anything like mine, you have clothes of all different sizes. I've got smalls, mediums, larges, extra larges, etc. And although my sizing exists on a spectrum, I am almost always a 12 or 14.
The funny thing is, if I fit into a piece of clothing or need to size down to a size below these numbers, I instantly feel happy and proud of myself. If I have to size up, I feel less than, and often times ashamed. For the longest time I would refuse to size up out of pride. Even if the smaller size didn't fit well, I'd convince myself that I was going to "loose the weight" to fit into said item (this is the WORST). And if I did muster up the courage to buy the larger size, I'd cut the tags off, and feel disgusted with myself every time I wore the piece (I even did this when my size range was between size 7-9 back in college).
About 6 months ago I purchased a size 14 top, and it was too small. When I realized it didn't fit, I nearly broke down into tears. I felt so humiliated. I knew that if I wanted the shirt to fit I would need to order a size 16, and I refused to do that because that would be "accepting" that I was a size 16 (this is what I call size-up scaries).
The opposite happened when I tried on this blue gingham dress. I ordered a size 12 Tall, and it was HUGE. I found myself getting really happy and excited that I needed to exchange the dress for 1 or 2 sizes down....but why? I hadn't lost any weight (I've actually gained a few lbs lately due to non-stop vacations and treat-yoself days, whatever). I hadn't accomplished some big feat or changed the world...I just happened to need a smaller dress size.
So it got me thinking, why do we let something as small as a number on a tag effect us so much?