Body Positivity: Throw Away Your Old Pants
Everyone loves a bit of knicker talk, and we're getting right in there with this one.
Since beginning to regularly write my blog, I've realised just how often I base something on body image - whether I'm finding the reasons or finding new ways to see myself. It's by no means a bad thing, and I doubt I'm alone in this.
However, I do know that I feel like I struggle with this everyday and that I often feel like finding a place where I'm happy and confident with me is a bajillion miles away. So I make little steps to help me on my way - if I change nothing in my approach to life then how do I expect to change my approach to me?
My latest little helping step is to throw out underwear that doesn't fit. Seems obvious, but how often do we hang onto clothing that doesn't fit, telling ourselves we'll be back there one day? Convincing ourselves that fitting into this item is the answer to all our body hate? When really, when we fit into those clothes we hated our bodies just as much.
By hanging onto things, we dismiss the body we have and are living in right now. It makes it lesser to a smaller version of it, and we make ourselves uncomfortable in it. Have you ever worn too small underwear? I have. It's awful. Don't do it, or more likely - stop doing it. It's just underwear made to an arbitrary set of measurements that don't take your wonderful bum into account.
Underwear that doesn't fit is even worse than jeans or dresses that don't. Perhaps because of the way they forcibly change the shape of your body, they have the tendency to make you feel bad from the moment you start putting clothes on. I found that I would spend ages just trying to find some underwear I felt I could wear under an outfit - and this was before getting fully dressed. Those stupid, ill-fitting knickers set me up all wrong for the day. Bastards.
I've started throwing them immediately into the bin if I don't like the fit. I don't think about it, I don't obsess or check the size label - in the bin they go, and good pants are found. This also means that I'm buying loads of lovely new underthings. I get to treat myself with shopping! I think we can all finally accept that I'm a genius at finding reasons to shop.
It's time we all took little steps to love ourselves more because diet culture thrives off of our self-hatred. And I for one am tired on paying someone to tell me to eat less rather than covering my buttocks in fine lace and cat prints.