Is that girl in the photos really me? Hell yeah, it is!
Today I stepped out of my comfort zone, not only with my style, but with my sizing too. I’ll get in to all of that in a minute. Firstly, I just want to declare how unmitigatedly firece I felt in today’s outfit. It was a step out of my comfort zone, but a step in to my zone. This is the style I want to embrace on a daily basis. This is the style I’ve always wanted to sport but never had the confidence to. This is who I want to be; this is who I am.
I had an epiphany the other day when I was online shopping; in actual fact I had this moment of realization a long time ago but I hadn’t done anything about it. All of my clothes are between sizes 8-10 and I’ve always felt so determined to stay this size. But why?
Why put superfluous and unnecessary pressure on myself to stay within a size that I am not comfortable in? Just because I’m scared of change. Perhaps. But is it worth it? Not at all. I decided to do some shopping and size UP – for the first time in my life. I pushed myself out of my comfort zone. I’m sick of buying clothes labelled size ‘8-10’ and squeezing myself in to them and not feeling comfortable (I’m not saying that all of my clothes don’t fit me – but the majority of them aren’t snug and comfortable).
I placed myself a huge order on Boohoo, ordering only size 12s. I was flabbergasted when I noticed that the majority of their size 12 ranges were titled ‘plus’ size. 12 isn’t ‘plus’; I would have said 12 was average? And anyway, why does every size need to be defined? So I placed my order, embracing my new ‘plus’ size, and I admired the models on the screen in front of me who were labelled ‘plus size models’. They looked just like me. They looked…normal? Why give them a definition? Then you have a range for tall people, petite people and so on and so forth and I’m thinking to myself: Why couldn’t I have just been a man? They don’t need to worry about all of this sizing palava, they just take a S, M, L and boom there’s your dinner! Us girls have to endure so much stress and pressure when picking out clothes for ourselves; unneccesary stress that society has burdened us with. I digress.
My clothes arrived and damn, I felt fierce! I was 100000% feeling myself (as you can probably tell from the pictures). I had pushed myself out of my comfort zone, ordering clothes I always lust over but would never have the courage to buy because I’d never have the balls to wear them, yet here I am! They were all size 12s and they fit me like a glove. Perfect. Does anyone care what size I am? Not one little bit. So why worry about it all these years? Who gives a damn? Certainly not me… not anymore!
This is where I stop giving a damn about what other people, and society, think of me. This is where I start posting pictures I wouldn’t normally, dressing differently and daringly, pushing the boat out further and further until finally I’m out at sea and am no longer afraid of the sharks or the currents. This is my revelation.
JACKET: Boohoo £24
TOP: Boohoo £8
JEANS: TK Maxx £19.99
SHOES: New Look £15
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