I went shopping for clothes yesterday and discovered an interesting thing about myself: Even though I know I’ve slimmed down, I still try on my old clothes size first.
It’s not as though I’m wanting to see the difference between old me and new me. Nope, I really think that I should be wearing that size.
What is that about?
I suppose that somewhere inside our heads (or at least inside mine) is a crazy person that has no idea of what we really look like. So it’s a battle, every time, to recognize that it’s time to accept the new me.
And, for the record, I bought my first bikini (the first since I was 7 or 8 years old) yesterday.
Helllllllllo new size.