Dresses! Dresses! DRESSES!

Holy shit! I went shopping this week and bought FOUR dresses. That’s right, I said FOUR! I was so excited when I walked into Torrid’s fitting room with five dresses, a skirt, and two tops (same top, two sizes). The very first dress I tried on was perfect. I instantly fell in love. The wonderful customer service lady happened to see me in it and asked to take a photo for their Facebook. I was without makeup and my hair was a mess, but here is that photo:

Maybe I need to back up a couple steps…

I have talked a little about how I had yet to conquer my fear of dresses. I wore them all the time when I was younger, but at some point my Sunday dresses moved to skirts and a nice top, then on to never even wearing a skirt. It was a combination of this belief that my fat was somehow camouflaged by jeans and a top in a way that it was not in a dress or a skirt. How silly of me, right? Then there is chub rub…which is the worst thing ever. Luckily, that can be prevented too.

So back to the fitting room. I normally hate this space. It is the area that reminds me that I am not perfect. It is the space where I dread what I see because I have spent hours struggling in this space. By struggling, I mean both in and out of unflattering clothes as well as emotionally accepting that I may not look adorable in everything I ever try on. This day was different though. The very first item I put on, I felt adorable. I actually saw on me what I admire on other plus size women. A dress that sat just right on my figure and it even had pockets!

I made my way through the other dresses and adored one other. I will admit, I liked them all but one, but the wallet said no. I bought three of the five and found one more on my way to the register. It was a successful trip!

I chose to wear one of the dresses I purchased to my interview last Friday. Since it was sleeveless and I had a sunburn, I chose to wear a pink cardigan with it.