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.