Clothes? I feel like I should feel bad for wanting clothes. I like clothes. Lots and lots of clothes! We went school shopping today. Guess where I bought 95% of all my clothes? Old navy. I can already hear your appalled gasps, see your aghast facial expressions. But you know what? I don't have the dollars, nor the body to shop at forever 21. Or American Eagle. Or.. YOU KNOW THE BRANDS. The biggest size in jeans that forever 21 provides is a 10. What the hell? I'm 6 sizes bigger than that! This somehow compels me to believe that I absolutely MUST slim down to a size 10. Just so that I can go to any store at least, any forever 21 and not worry about that brand not carrying my size. Just so I won't feel all insecure going into the fitting room. Things as such.
I will say that I am more confident this year about going school shopping, despite the fact that I feel like I'm wasting money because, you guys, the weight is shedding fast. I checked this morning: 184.8. Hell yea. With this newfound confidence, I found it easier than ever to find clothes that I love, clothes that fit.
I also learned something today: Who gives a flying fuck where I buy my clothes, right? I see all these fashion blogs that contain posts in which they say they purchased their clothes from Anthropologie, or Free People. Not to bash these people, mind you. But can I just say I bought this Shirt from Conway and these shorts from the thrift store and not be ashamed? I think so. Fuck the bull shit, right? As long it looks good on me. That's all I have to say about that.
This post makes me want to do a post about my body. Will do.
Btw there's picture numero tres. I was tired as fuck and was not in any kind of mood for creativity. :)
posted by loreal @ 10:00 PM