We’re Breaking Up…

*Disclaimer: This is meant to be funny. True, but funny.

Dear Size 3 Jeans and XS/S shirts,

I’m sure you’ve seen this coming…we haven’t seen each other in months. We’ve both been very busy – you know, with me getting pregnant and having a baby and you…well you never changing. You’re the same as you’ve always been and you just don’t fit into my life anymore. We had some great times and I really appreciate everything you did for me. I just wish I appreciated you more  than I did now that I look back. I’ll never forget the feeling of leaving my 5/6 jeans behind; the day I discovered my insane lack of eating diet and over gym attendance would bring me to you. Ah that feeling of seeing that little label read SIZE 3, even though no one else ever knew or could tell a difference. I knew in my heart that you were always better than the other jeans…even if you cost the same amount and looked exactly the same. And you, oh my precious XS and S baby-tees…you kept my wardrobe looking like I was a little 14 year old girl all throughout college. For that, I thank you. Really. There is nothing like looking back at my 21st birthday and realizing that you were worth having in my life. You brought me the confidence to get wasted and dance on chairs, not caring what I was like on the inside…just how sexy I was on the outside. I just wish I knew back then how much you controlled my life.

But as I said, things are different now. I see you sitting in bags collecting dust, you and your out of style cuts and designs. And I see me, in my new, yet larger, clothes, enjoying life as a mom and wife. I’ve moved on. My new clothes and I don’t have the connection that you and I once had…but I think that’s for the best. Because a day will come that I will probably change sizes again and when that time comes, it won’t be so hard to say goodbye. I’ll end that relationship with a testimony that won’t be aimed towards young girls and the dangers of “label control” and vanity.

So this is goodbye. Thanks for the memories that will keep my life in perspective forever more. I just hope my readers never have to have a breakup like this. It’s painful to realize how controlling you were. How manipulative. How deceitful. So many promises that were broken and unrealistic ideas. Such vanity. And for what? The label goes on the inside of my clothes. And unless a day comes that the label is in large letters on the front of everything I wear, I’m determined to not let a number or letter control my life the way you did.

Sincerely,

(a much happier) Jess