Sorry my posts have been a bit sparse, but I have just been absolutely rushed off my feet between working and trying to get everything sorted for my vacation. I leave on Friday and noticing that none of my swimwear or underwear fits me any more was probably the worst time ever for finally realising how much my body shape has changed. As you might be able to sense from this first paragraph, this post is a bit girlie as it is about the changes in my body and how it affects my wardrobe (sorry guys!).
So on Monday with just four days before I leave early Friday morning to go on holiday, I rushed into town to try and find some bras and a bikini that fit. After having my chest measured properly, I was told not only had I gone down one cup size, I had gone down a cup and a half. That leaves me slap-bang in the middle between two sizes; one too small, the other too big. 2 hours and 24 bras later and we could not find one I was happy with. I was well and truly fed up by this point so I thanked this poor woman for trying to help me and went off to find swimwear that fit. That was a completely pointless affair for the same reasons.
I got home at 4 and I was very tired and feeling rather pissed off. This might seem a very trivial thing to get annoyed over in the grand scheme of things, but after working so hard on my body, finding clothing that accentuated my new-and-improved shape was supposed to be easier, not harder. To top it all off, I then had to work long hours into the evening to make up for the time lost while in town, hence why I was quiet yesterday and I’ve had to do the same today, hence why I’ve been quiet today, too!
Mum to the rescue!
My mum offered to help me out this morning so I went back out into town with her. It still took us a bloody long time, but I found a bra I was happy with. The swimwear was a lost cause so I just gave up and bought some nice-fitting shorts and a black vest top – I am going on holiday in Britain so I doubt it’ll be hot enough for a bikini anyway! I’m feeling far more cheerful now I have at least one bra that fits.
After trying on so many items of clothing that were so unflattering in the past 24 hours, to boost my confidence again I bought myself a couple of sale items from Topshop that I tried on and they made me feel how I’m supposed to feel about my new body; confident, proud and happy.
I bought the new top (above) and this is the first time I have ever bought a top that doesn’t completely cover my tummy. I was very self conscious about my tummy prior to working out so this is a really big deal and I’m very happy about this. However, as you can see from the shot on the right, my jeans don’t fit any more.
It seems dumb to buy new jeans seeing as I haven’t gotten to my goal shape yet and jeans are expensive, so I’m wearing old pairs with a belt when I need to, and wearing shorts, skirts and dresses the rest of the time while I’m in this transitional period. In a peculiar way, it’s kind of nice wearing jeans that are too big because it is a constant reminder that at one point not so long ago, these jeans were too small.
Speaking of dresses, these are the only things that haven’t let me down or fit stupidly since I dropped a few sizes and here is my latest one I managed to grab for 30% off the marked price.
These past couple of days have made me realise that a) working after it’s gotten dark really sucks when you’ve been up since 7am and b) it’s not all rainbows and butterflies when it comes to obtaining the physical look that you’ve always wanted. For the foreseeable future, I’m now going to struggle buying underwear and swimwear but you know what? Bikinis can go to hell, being in between bra sizes can go to hell, so long as I’m able to wear dresses like this and feel gorgeous, I’m smiling like that ^ and walking with a spring in my step.