An Open Letter to My Clothes That No Longer Fit
Dearest leggings that constrict my legs, and jeans that refuse to go past my knees. To the shirt that clings to my breasts, and the bra that needs to be loosened. Shout out to the shorts that ride up my crotch, and the dress that accentuates my stomach,
Now I realize that I may come across as crass and rude, but let me explain.
I may have once found you to be trendy and fashionable. I may have once worn you with privilege and pride. I may have romanticized and worshipped the size on your tags, or bragged to my friends how your number had decreased over the months.
But I’ve now come to realize that you had me under a spell. Some sort of witchcraft that made me believe that my jean size was directly correlated with my worth as human being.
When I notice you staring at me from the hangers in my closet, I picture nothing more than a sick girl who thought she had control over her life, when in reality, had none.
You sadistic fucks. You taunt me. You tell me that I’m not good enough, and that I’ve failed because you are no longer a part of the wardrobe that I wear day to day. You tell me I’m worthless. But I now know better.
I love to read, watch movies, catch up on the latest news, cook, swim, sing, travel, and participate in charity work. There is so much more to me than your size, and I am not defined by you.
I’m a good daughter, sister, friend, student, person. I work hard despite the obstacles presented before me. I use my compassion and empathy to help others. I have all of these amazing qualities and I will not let your size control my self esteem.
As I pack you all in a box to be put away forever, I do not mourn. I smile because I’m leaving you behind. You were only a chapter in the beginning of the book of my life.
I have new clothes that make me feel loved, comfortable, healthy, and free. And to be honest, I look too fabulous to worry about the number on their tags.
We had a hell of a ride, but it’s time for me to finally stand up for myself.
I’m taking out a restraining order against you, so we shall never meet again.
Thanks for the memories. I’m much stronger now because of you.