Of all the lies we tell ourselves (and each other), "size doesn't matter" has to be one of the biggest! Of course size matters! Would you try to wear a size 10 shoe if you only needed a size 7? Or a size 5 if you needed an 8? Would the dress you fell in love with be a great purchase if it didn't fit? If you were 6'4", would you buy a sub-compact car? Size matters. (And ladies, if you've ever dated a man who was...um...less than gifted, you know exactly what I mean!)
When I was a size 22-24, I ripped the tags out of my clothes. All of them. I didn't want to advertise that number--to myself or to anyone else. Today, wearing a regular size "large", I have no desire to rip the tag out. In fact, I think I'm wearing the tags like badges of honor!
Size does matter. Whether we're talking about the guy we're dating or the size clothing we're wearing. I'm reaching a point where I'm comfortable with my size. Truly comfortable. It's really hard to get my head around these changes sometimes; in fact, today I came into school to find a colleague wearing one of my old tops. It looks good on her, but I feel like it should still fit ME. Still, I wouldn't go back to that size for anything--because whether you like it or not, size DOES matter.
I feel like I've turned a corner in the healing process and am feeling happy today. Maybe it's because I realized something important? Yeah, I think that's it! It's Wednesday. I hope yours is wonderful.