It’s hard to be curvy in a size zero world. I’ve been politely described as Rubenesque in the past and my love of 1940s and 1950s fashion speaks volumes. Curves seemed more acceptable back then.
Lately though I fear I’ve pushed the line from curvy to obese. To be fair I’ve been on steroids since December 2012 and only just stopped them. Plus damaged lungs and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome do not lend themselves to aerobic exercise. On the positive side I don’t eat meat or fish, dairy is a rarity and alcohol stopped a year ago. However ulcerative colitis means fruit & veg has to be avoided. So it’s a dietary challenge and most common healthy eating plans are tricky. However in the spirit of honesty I should confess to a love of coffee and cake!
So what’s my point here? Well despite a passion for fashion I rarely shop for clothes, as honestly it’s not much fun when you’re a generous size 18 on a good day. There I’ve said it. I’ve put my size out there on the web. Yikes. A big curvy generously proportioned yikes.
Its dawned on me I need to accept my new size and remind myself that my body has taken a battering over the last 18 months with operations, hospital stays and illness. Yet acceptance can be tricky when hot weather forces a need to shop for lighter clothes. I suspect most people experience insecurities when faced with the dreaded changing room mirror. Today was particularly challenging but I did find a flared skater skirt in my size and kudos to Sainsburys Tu range for providing pretty clothes in curvy girl sizes.
Back to my point – acceptance of self in the form of this blog post and a shout out to fellow curvy ladies whose top half is always bigger and whose thighs continue to meet in the middle. Please comment if you feel the same and if you made it to the end of this post then thanks for reading it.