During the most unfortunate times, when the number on the scale is up and no clothes in my closet fit (because, really, who hangs on to their fat clothes the second they're no longer fat?), it is with great shame and reluctance that I shop for larger sizes. Sure, it's good to know other sizes and styles exist, but my disgust with myself is endless for ever getting back to that point. Then when I actually inspect the larger clothes before trying them on, it hurts my head and my heart that something seemingly big enough for Shamu actually fits me.
I'm at a healthy weight now (woo hoo!), and fortunately I've never been morbidly obese (yay, me!), but I've definitely raised my own eyebrows at my reflection in the mirror and wiped away tears when I walk into a store like the Gap and realizeRead More »from Is a New Plus-Size Clothing Line for Kids a Sign of Victory or Defeat?