With all the down sizing of personal possesions that has taken over bloggy world I feel a little quilty about this but I purchased a sweater, in fact 2 sweaters.
This one...
and one just like it in purple.
Why did I buy two you ask?
You might think it is because I couldn't decide between the snazzy black argyle and the sophitcated purple argyle, you'd be wrong.
I couldn't decide on the size.
I figured if I took a small and a medium in a color I like than the one that fit I would already have and just return the other.
Smart, huh?
Not really when you understand that the reason I questioned the size is that I just can not accept that I would fit into the small. That I should be wearing that size for it to fit me.
Even S'ghetti girl told me that I should get the small.
Why is it that my 9 year old can see me clearly and I still struggle with "vision" problems?
This issue may be why I own 3 Running Skirts that fall off me after a half mile.
Even S'ghetti girl told me that I should get the small.
Why is it that my 9 year old can see me clearly and I still struggle with "vision" problems?
This issue may be why I own 3 Running Skirts that fall off me after a half mile.
It's not so much about whether I am X size or Z size, it's about my perception of MY size.
This is something I have struggled with my entire life. When I look back at photographs I wonder why I wasn't happier with my level of fitness at a given time because I see that I was in great shape X number of years ago when seeing myself in the photo.
I don't think I am alone in this problem.at.all.
I know that it is a day-to-day issue at times.
Why tell you this in my-world-is-mostly-rosey-place?
To let those who struggle with feeling the same way know that they are not alone, they are not crazy, they are able to find help and understanding when and if they need it.
