This is going to sound basic, but wearing clothes that fit matters. Many people don't do this though. Instead, they intentionally buy clothes that don't fit and wear them every day.
I've fallen into this trap more often than not these past few years myself. And I finally realized it's time to cut the shit and deal with where I am - and take steps to change it.
Why? Here we go!
Many of us lie about our weight - and who can blame us? When the expectation is to be under 150 lbs, regardless of height, and you're nowhere near that number, lies happen. And whose business is it anyway? Weight fluctuates and is a pretty arbitrary number honestly, as it can look really different from one person to the next depending on body type. But you already know this, I get it. Derrrr.
But whatever. The real problem we face (particularly ladies) isn't weight - it's SIZE.
We lie about the size of the clothes we wear for the same reasons we lie about weight, but there's a big difference: we not only lie to our closest friends and the world about our size, we also lie to ourselves. And we believe the lie.
It's not doing us any favors.
We squish into pants and shirts that don't fit, accentuating every unflattering aspect of our appearance. And when we catch a glimpse of that sausage-looking physique popping out of the SIZE we already hate as we pass a mirror or storefront reflection, we experience that sinking "I suck" despair, because (for a moment) we realize the way we imagined we looked when perfectly poised in front of the bathroom mirror at home is pretty god damned delusional.
But if we were wearing one size larger, that reflection wouldn't be a shock. Worst case? We might not feel fantastic about how we look and hate the size we're wearing, but the "oh shit, THAT's how I actually look??" disgust would be gone. And wouldn't that be a nice change?
Adopting a realistic view of one's appearance is the first step to changing it, you know. Or so I imagine. I just made that up. Seems right though.
It's easy for me to say this now though, hmm? As I've been losing weight and size 12 is a pretty respectable pit stop on my road to size 6 or 8 (where I was way back before a baby and 10+ years took over!). BUT- it's still not though. It's REALLY not.
I could be jamming my ass into a size ten. Lord knows I have plenty of clothes in that size patiently waiting for me. Clothes I used to wear on my "fat" days. That's a reality check for me. A reminder and a reality check. And a goal. All kinds of psychology happening there (and a topic for another post).
But wearing clothes that fit feels better. And fuck it - 12 is where I am right now and I look good. And I bet you do too, once you put on something that fits, dumbass. Have you tried your real size to see?
And finally - here's how to know if you're wearing your "real" size: If your stomach squishes out over the top, you need a larger size. If your shirt, pants (or both) require constant readjustment every time you exhale - you need a larger size. And if you couldn't comfortably reach out to block a bottle whizzing by your friend's head without fear of your clothes exploding off you like the Hulk, you need a larger size.
Totally added that last bit in to see who was still reading. ;)