So I walk into a regular clothes store that I've been using ever since I've been able to wear normal clothes because my current 'semi-new' trusty size 16 skirt keeps slipping and showing my a** crack to the whole world at every opportunity (travails of weight loss :sigh
.
I reach for a size 14 as that's the next size to my current wardrobe malfunction....and its no better as it dances round my hips and does nothing for my "saggy wings" as I affectionately call my loose skin on the hip area. I find myself ordering for a size 12 and voila! Surprise!!! Its a perfect fit!. And guess what? No more wings; the skirt draws them right back in where they belong!!!
Meanwhile the shop assistant keeps admiring me with envy....coz it looked so darn good, if I may say so myself (heh heh
). She's 5ft 4 and claims she's a 'bursting-at-the-seams-size 16' in the exact same skirt design (her words, honest!! gloat gloat).
I really couldn't believe it coz I've never worn a size 14 talk less of a 12 on said derriere...I'm amazed! I really thought size 14 would be my "comfortable" weight (knock on wood
) But see me slipping effortlessly into a 12!!! And I'm not yet at 80kg; Im still hovering btw 84 kg and 86 kg which is why I haven'[t updated my stats or my diary; nothing new really. Until this experience.
Such a far cry from my size 26 skirts of not so long ago
I'm currently rocking said skirt today at the office with killer 4 inch black suede heels on my 5ft 11 frame and I look like a model of sorts; the looks from my co-workers say it all - y'know the haters, those change-averse and jealous people will always hate; while the new-joiners who never knew the 'big-me' simply have awe and admiration written all over them.
Its a nice feeling being slim; its an 'aha!' moment for that popular saying nearly all skinny celebs like quoting at the rest of us: i.e. "nothing tastes as good as being slim and healthy feels" if y'know what I mean
Cambridge, thankie youie !!!:bighug: