Now that we’re getting a little bit closer to having a house (I can say in confidence that we are moving in a couple of months), it’s time to start thinking about the whole purging and getting rid of that stuff that we haven’t touched in a long time. Or, at least, the stuff that we haven’t touched since we moved in from NYC to here or even from Florida to NYC to here.
I stumbled across a stack of jeans in my closet. I absolutely LOVE jeans, they are my most favorite thing in the whole world. I know that is so 2008 since everyone is all about the leggings and yoga pants, but I feel much more comfortable wearing a good pair of jeans than the latter.
Anyways, this stack of jeans. I went on a buying binge a few years ago and would go on all of the daily deal sites and try to get my favorite brands for a good price. I shopped like an idiot.
Instead of buying for the size that I currently wore, I would go down one or two sizes… because, you know, I will lose weight and fit into these.
This thinking is so harmful, for more reasons than you think. First of all, you are spending money on something that doesn’t work for you. It’s like buying a king size bed for a room that can’t fit anything larger than a full. You are creating undo stress on yourself because you think that you can make it work.
Secondly, let’s talk about the waste of money. I have several pairs of jeans in the closet, that I can’t wear, that I’ve never worn, and that I will never be able to wear, that I spent hundreds of dollars on. DUMB.
Third, the idea that someday I will fit into these makes me feel miserable and insufficient. I feel stressed out when I look at these jeans because I spent money on them, I’ve never worn them and then I get upset knowing that I never will wear them. It makes me feel like I’m never good enough because a) I had an
unrealistic goal in my head to lose weight and b) I never made it, so it’s my fault that I can’t fit into these jeans.
Why do we do this to ourselves? Let’s say I would eventually get to the point where I could shimmy into them and close the top button while laying on the bed holding my breath (totally have done this in the past!). I would likely have such a bad muffin top and they would fit so tight that I wouldn’t be comfortable, so I would look more ridiculous than if I wore pants that actually did fit. Those said jeans would be a size or two higher, but I would feel so much better about myself instead of criticizing every little roll and pocket of skin that are on display in some tight, two-sizes-too-small jeans.
Who really cares about the number, the size? Does it really matter? Nobody really knows except for me (well, unless you have some old school Levis)…
Why are we so concerned with an arbitrary size that we think we need to squeeze into? Aren’t there better measures of our health? Like the fact that we can run a 5k, half marathon, or marathon? Or that we have the muscles that make us strong?
So, these jeans are gone. I’m no longer keeping them in a closet to remind myself of the fact that I can’t hit a jeans size and making myself , but instead, focusing on bigger, better and more meaningful accomplishments that will pay off for my overall health for years to come. And in the future? I’ve learned my lesson. If I have to buy a jeans size one up than I expected, it deserves a round of applause because it doesn’t mean I’m “fat” — it means I’m strong and I have a body that shows it.
Have you ever done this? Bought clothes too small because “you’ll lose the weight”?
Do you think society focuses too much on size vs. strength? Or has it gotten better?
What’s your favorite brand of jeans? (Like I said, obsessed, and my closet can always use more… that fit :))
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