My wardrobe sucks. I basically live in black, white and khaki. I wear mostly solid colors, my clothes are getting old and I generally prefer comfort over fashion. And I’m sick of it all. I want some fun, funky clothes, something bright and sassy. I don’t go clothes shopping very often and since I’ve been losing weight I really haven’t wanted to spend the money on clothes that might not fit me in a few months. But everyday, I get dressed and am depressed by what I see. It’s the same ol’ nasty things. I even still wear some camis from Old Navy Maternity, and I was pregnant 3 years ago.
So yesterday I went shopping. I was ready to plunk down some money for a new little top. I’m off to see The Bride this weekend and just wanted something cute to wear while we endlessly discuss wedding dresses, wedding sites, wedding dates, wedding flowers, wedding everythings. I braved it and went to a “regular” store. I picked up larges and extra larges hoping something would work. I stayed away from the solid black shirts and really tried to find something that I normally wouldn’t wear, but thought was cute. I had high hopes.
Those hopes were crushed. I’m not as small as I was hoping to be or as small as I think I am. I could barely get my arms through some, others were pulling at the bust line and the cute babydoll cut makes me look like I’m knocked up. ARGGGGgggg! I walked out of the store, feeling totally gross, almost in tears, frustrated once again, but refusing to go back to Lane Bryant. I so want to fit into “normal” clothes. I want to be able to walk into a store and fit into something they have. I don’t want to go to the big girl store any more.