Rid yourself of the demons hanging around rent-free.
When I say demons I’m talking about two things - both your spiritual demons and your old clothes.
We all have demons and, just like people, they come in all shapes and sizes. Some of them are even beautiful. One of my prettiest demons is an adorable little sundress taking up valuable real estate front and center in my closet. Why do I call that dress a demon? It’s done no wrong to me! In fact, it’s given me substantial joy in times past. I have documented proof of this - pictures from earlier days when I could fit it over these now much thicker thighs.
The fact is that I may never fit into that dress again. I’m never going to be high-school skinny, ever again. But guess what? That’s okay because I’m a grown ass, full-fledged fucking woman in the prime of my life.
So why do I keep that little dress around? I don’t need it to remind me of those skinnier days, I remember them fondly(ish). I also remember being broke and stupid as fuck when I was 19, two ailments I have slowly been freeing myself of over the last decade. The most likely answer is that I’m keeping that little dress around with a tinge of hope somewhere in the back of my mind that maybe one day I’ll magically shed these extra pounds (plus some) and shimmy right back into it.
That’s not going to happen. What is going to happen is that I’m going to be reminded that my thigh gap is a thing of the past on a daily basis to the point of absolute fucking torture. So if you are like me and have some little demons hanging around your closet that you’re never going to fit into again, throw that shit away. Go buy some new clothes this weekend that fit who you are today, physically and spiritually speaking. And for the love of God, don’t you ever forget how fucking fabulous you are.
We all have demons and, just like people, they come in all shapes and sizes. Some of them are even beautiful. One of my prettiest demons is an adorable little sundress taking up valuable real estate front and center in my closet. Why do I call that dress a demon? It’s done no wrong to me! In fact, it’s given me substantial joy in times past. I have documented proof of this - pictures from earlier days when I could fit it over these now much thicker thighs.
The fact is that I may never fit into that dress again. I’m never going to be high-school skinny, ever again. But guess what? That’s okay because I’m a grown ass, full-fledged fucking woman in the prime of my life.
So why do I keep that little dress around? I don’t need it to remind me of those skinnier days, I remember them fondly(ish). I also remember being broke and stupid as fuck when I was 19, two ailments I have slowly been freeing myself of over the last decade. The most likely answer is that I’m keeping that little dress around with a tinge of hope somewhere in the back of my mind that maybe one day I’ll magically shed these extra pounds (plus some) and shimmy right back into it.
That’s not going to happen. What is going to happen is that I’m going to be reminded that my thigh gap is a thing of the past on a daily basis to the point of absolute fucking torture. So if you are like me and have some little demons hanging around your closet that you’re never going to fit into again, throw that shit away. Go buy some new clothes this weekend that fit who you are today, physically and spiritually speaking. And for the love of God, don’t you ever forget how fucking fabulous you are.