… but it’s a hell of an ego boost!
This weekend I went on a mother-daughter shopping excursion and splurged on a dress.
Yes, it’s a sunny, fun pattern and perfect for spring, but that’s not why I bought it. I bought this dress solely for the number printed on its tag.
Yes, I know I’m not really a size zero, but if Ann Taylor wants to say that I am, who am I to disagree? … And I’ll be damned if I don’t have documented proof hanging in my closet!
Shameful? Maybe, but I’m not apologizing for it. This dress made me happy. It’s a symbol of all of my hard work and dedication, and I earned that. For the record, I’m not a size zero. I don’t aspire to a size zero, nor do I think that I would be a healthy weight if I were. I’m perfectly happy with my current size (130-135lbs, 5’5″ and closer to a size 4) and after a lot of hard work to get here, I’m working to simply maintain it, not change it.
I don’t believe we should base our fitness goals on what society and/or the fashion industry deems acceptable, but rather, on how we feel in our own skin. That said, some girls naturally are a size zero and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that; just as there is nothing wrong with finding a dress that is clearly sized inaccurately and capitalizing on it.