Seventeen shopping bags packed full of clothes I can no longer wear left my home today for Goodwill. I haven’t outgrown them; they outgrew me. Or is it more apropos to say I shrank out of them? Either way, there was no need to keep them around.
I hope another plus-sized woman or girl comes across them while she’s poppin’ tags and can use them.
I didn’t think they’d all fit in my Beetle. I made them fit. I was determined. Because dammit, I wanted those clothes out of my house.
This is what the feeling of freedom looks like to me today: shedding all these clothes as my body has shed 154 pounds and tries to settle into the body I’ve always been meant to have.
This feels AWESOME.
La Guerra de La Gorda 