Yesterday I got the rare treat to spend some time with my friend Shari Braendel. She is a fashion girl. I am not.
She knows what colors look good, how to fit clothes that compliment your body shape, and how to put together fabulous things that I would never even pick up off the rack.
For some reason, I am drawn to colors that aren't good on me- styles that aren't good on me- and sizes that aren't good on me.
Did you catch that last thing? The sizes thing? Oh yes ma'am, my mind sees such glorious possibilities for smaller sizes but alas I had a complete epiphany in the dressing room yesterday.
Why do I care what size my pants are?
It's not like the size is printed in a place for people to see. Only I have privy to such knowledge. So, Shari encouraged me to go up a pant size while trying on some things.
My heart started beating fast and I started thinking about all the good eating I have done in an effort to slim down a tad. With the exception of the yogurt machine obsession on the cruise, I have done well watching what I eat and exercising.
I certainly have not done all that just to go UP a pants size. Thank you very much, have a nice day.
"Trust me," she gently encouraged/ commanded/ bossed me.
I tried the larger size of pants and they were too big in the waste. See! See!
However, my hips wanted to throw their arms around Shari and thank her from the bottom of their heart. If hips had arms and a heart that is.
Anyhow.
Shari informed me that there is a reason people visit alterationists. They can be my friend. Once Shari showed me the way pants are supposed to fit and how to have them taken in to really fit my body, I've never felt better.
For the first time in a really long time, I stood in the dressing room mirror, and didn't hate the fact that I carry a little junk in my trunk.
So, I walked out of the store with a larger pant size- completely different colors than I'd ever picked for myself- and styles that invited me slightly out of my comfort zone. And I was smiling from ear to ear. Instead of complaining about the way I've been designed, I embraced it.
Something Shari said just kept ringing in my ears--- "Lysa, you are most beautiful when you are closest to the way God created you." Amen sister. Amen.
So, the next time you see me, I will be the girl in a bright red jacket and some really swanky black pants. And no, I won't tell you what size they are. By then, I won't remember because that tag is being cut out and tossed away. Which is the best weight loss plan I've heard of in a really long time.
She knows what colors look good, how to fit clothes that compliment your body shape, and how to put together fabulous things that I would never even pick up off the rack.
For some reason, I am drawn to colors that aren't good on me- styles that aren't good on me- and sizes that aren't good on me.
Did you catch that last thing? The sizes thing? Oh yes ma'am, my mind sees such glorious possibilities for smaller sizes but alas I had a complete epiphany in the dressing room yesterday.
Why do I care what size my pants are?
It's not like the size is printed in a place for people to see. Only I have privy to such knowledge. So, Shari encouraged me to go up a pant size while trying on some things.
My heart started beating fast and I started thinking about all the good eating I have done in an effort to slim down a tad. With the exception of the yogurt machine obsession on the cruise, I have done well watching what I eat and exercising.
I certainly have not done all that just to go UP a pants size. Thank you very much, have a nice day.
"Trust me," she gently encouraged/ commanded/ bossed me.
I tried the larger size of pants and they were too big in the waste. See! See!
However, my hips wanted to throw their arms around Shari and thank her from the bottom of their heart. If hips had arms and a heart that is.
Anyhow.
Shari informed me that there is a reason people visit alterationists. They can be my friend. Once Shari showed me the way pants are supposed to fit and how to have them taken in to really fit my body, I've never felt better.
For the first time in a really long time, I stood in the dressing room mirror, and didn't hate the fact that I carry a little junk in my trunk.
So, I walked out of the store with a larger pant size- completely different colors than I'd ever picked for myself- and styles that invited me slightly out of my comfort zone. And I was smiling from ear to ear. Instead of complaining about the way I've been designed, I embraced it.
Something Shari said just kept ringing in my ears--- "Lysa, you are most beautiful when you are closest to the way God created you." Amen sister. Amen.
So, the next time you see me, I will be the girl in a bright red jacket and some really swanky black pants. And no, I won't tell you what size they are. By then, I won't remember because that tag is being cut out and tossed away. Which is the best weight loss plan I've heard of in a really long time.
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