dhiammarath wrote: »
I don't know if this is an NSV per se, but... I actually like getting dressed now. For the longest time, I wore the same shirts and jeans over and over again until they would literally fall apart. I had to be pushed and pulled to get clothing even when I knew I had to because stuff was falling apart.
Going clothes shopping ended in tears. I would eye the mannequins and wish that could be me. I was envious of people who could dress better than me. This was before plus-sized fashion really took off -- and while it has a long way to go, I feel like it's come a lot farther than it was when I was terrified of stores. Of dressing rooms. Of not finding things that looked good.
I guess the NSV is mental: I do enjoy clothing shopping now. I enjoy finding cute things to wear. I enjoy that I can fit into most things, but the biggest NSV for me is learning what is right for my body, my shape. I used to think that all clothing should fit, but it doesn't.
The biggest take away I am working on owning is that it's okay to not fit a mold. That not all things will look okay. That not all things are as lovely on the body (for anyone, even) as they are on the hangers. That it's okay to enjoy clothing shopping and it feels good to be able to find things that look and feel good.
Also, I bought almost no dark colors this last trip (birthday money!!), which is a first for me. I feel like I have to hide behind dark colors, and so I'm working on breaking out of that.
The dragons I'm slaying now aren't size related (though I still think it must be a trick to be fitting into XS tops and bottoms as I don't think I'm anywhere near an extra small person), but feels related. Anxiety drives me more than I want to admit, especially around confidence in my body, in my clothing, in my space in this world.
So my NSV, condensed into TL;DR is this: I may not have won the war (yet), but not only did I not have one episode of bad feels yesterday in the dressing room (even when things didn't work), but I also felt confident enough to pick bright colors.
To say, "Yes, world. I exist."
Madwife2009 wrote: »
I got hit by a drink driver today. I look like a side of beef and my bike is beyond repair. I was more upset about the bike than my injuries. We've travelled a long way together, almost 13000 miles. The paramedics did a double take when I told them that. But, the NSV was that I was planning to get back on my bike tomorrow, regardless of injuries. Until I saw the bike.
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