It had whispered to me when I walked by it in the store last summer. “Buy me”, it pleaded. “You’ll be able to fit into me by the time you have that important business trip. I promise. Plus, I’m on sale! You can’t push me aside now,” it gleefully added as it jumped into my shopping cart. My defenses were down. I couldn’t resist. BTW, it was the right color – black (what else??) - and it would look so cute with my new heels. There was some truth to what it said….I was working out…it will fit me in a few months, right?
Perhaps I should have known better. IDK what I was thinking! Why did I listen to that smooth, sweet-talking dress? Did it catch me at a weak moment? Did I have more than one glass of wine over my weekend lunch outing? What kind of person am I to allow this to happen…and not just once, but on multiple occasions?
I can’t be the only victim that this happens to, can I? HBU? You all know what I am talking about. The whispers, the snide remarks, the outright screaming, “BUY ME NOW. I PROMISE YOU WILL FIT INTO ME AS SOON AS WE GET HOME!!!” We all cave in to the pleas. Can’t we just respond, “CTN?” The clothes would find someone else to persuade.
As soon as I get home from such shopping sprees, I unload all of my packages onto my bed and can’t wait to try on my new clothes again in the comfort of my own room. But wait a minute; I still have a muffin top over my Miss Me Jeans. Weren’t those 10 pounds supposed to melt away with my excitement on my drive home? I did not LOL when I looked in the mirror. And by all means I was not ROTFL. I was, however, ROTFC (crying) trying to stuff my muffin top into my jeans. Not such a fun shopping expedition after all. I mumble, “WTF” as I walk to the pantry and drown my sorrows eating potato chips.
It isn’t their fault they were so sweet and innocent-looking. They thought they were just trying to help me. But I love myself for who and what I am-I am Athena, remember? I am strong and I am real! I am not a Barbie-doll with an unrealistic shape.
I can find the strength to walk away from the beckoning voices. I can continue to exercise and practice an 80/20 lifestyle. The next time I hear whispers from clothes on the store floor, I’ll be all, “Don’t make me go all Carrie Bradshaw on all you all! TTYL. I am OMW to The Warehouse. CUS!”
Are you ready to join me in my pledge to donate or sell those clothes talking behind your back? There will always be another sale at our favorite boutique or department store. We will find the right jeans, or the right little black dress, again. I have learned to buy for the body I have, not for the body I might think I want at those weak moments in the store. So, join me today and clean out your closets and dressers! Get a jump start on your new year’s resolution to SIMPLIFY while continuing to love YOURSELF for who you are today!