Crying in the Fitting Room

Adventures in clothes shopping turned out to be an emotional roller coaster! For most of my teaching career I have worn flowy peasant tops and tunics, wide leg pants, or long flowy skirts. I told myself it was my personal style, which it kinda was, but mainly it was what I wore to hide my body. Well...my body is very different now. I don't want to hide anymore. Bring on the form fitting clothes! I went to the first store and was immediately overwhelmed because the store was busy, things were not in any order that made sense to me, and I have no idea what size I am. No luck in store number 1. Store number 2 was more successful. They didn't have many pants to choose from so that one style was my only option to try on. I grabbed a size smaller than what I was currently wearing (the only pair of work pants that can still be secured to my waist with a belt but causes the rest to balloon and sag). That size was too big! What?!? I grabbed the next size down and made my way to the fitting room. One leg in...success. Two legs in...success. Up and over hips and waist...success! Cue the tears! There I was crying my eyes out in the fitting room...tears of pride and joy! I left the store with 2 new pairs of pants, 2 long skirts, new shoes, and a few shirts. The selection in my size was limited so I will just have to wear the same few outfits in a rotation, but that will have to do until I absolutely need more clothes! Needing smaller clothes is definitely a good problem to have, but my wallet isn't a fan! Down 124 pounds and now I can say down 7 pant sizes!!! *Yes, I'm crying in this picture...happy tears!