Let's face it, ladies. Our bodies aren't the same bodies after we put them through the rigors of pregnancy, childbirth, and breastfeeding. We're a little wider. A little looser. A little more womanly. So why then, pray tell, do I hold on to my pre-pregnancy, NAY! pre-WEDDING clothing?
But it' not just that I keep them.
Why do I try to WEAR these things? Oh, it brings me much shame to admit this to you, dear reader. There is a part of my brain that thinks if I try to wear that size zero skirt that I got on clearance at a Banana Republic with Kim that winter we went to Florida that I will be a size zero.
But we all know (pity me) that this just isn't so.
I am a different woman. I am more woman. And it's bittersweet to say goodbye to memories (that is what my clothes are to me!) but wise to embrace the new. So to my closet I march, to fill a garbage bag with too old, too small, too warn and too faded clothing. Never to be worn by this lady again. So long to that silk top from J. Crew that I wore to a luau in Hawaii and a Dave Matthews Band concert the summer after I graduated High School. Farewell.
Adieu, Adeu. To yieu, and yieu, and yieu.
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