Now, I’m not itchin’ to talk about my weight, but rather to discuss a sort of crappy part of having babies and really just being a woman: sewing for yourself even when you’re in your personal “fat stage.”
I’ve been working out 5-6 days a week since Tiny was six weeks old. I’m training for a half marathon at the end of the month, and to date, I’ve lost ZERO weight. You know what that is? Mysterious. You know what else? Depressing. I haven’t updated you too much about Tiny’s situation lately, but it’s basically been a rough ride–one obstacle after another. My stress levels have, and are, through the roof, and I suspect that my body is DESPERATELY CLINGING TO EVERY SINGLE FAT CELL because it thinks I’m in a concentration camp or something. Plus this is my third kid, which I’ve always heard is much harder to bounce back from. I hate it when the nay-sayers are right…
So where does sewing come in to the picture? During my pregnancy I picked up fabric and patterns here and there, not being able to wait until I could start sewing non-maternity clothing. But of course all my projects were imagined for my skinnier self, and the prospect of sewing my dream clothing for my larger self is less than exciting. Now I know that it’s only been 3 1/2 months, and there’s plenty of time for me to lose my extra 25, but the point is, do you do this?? Do you put off sewing for yourself because you’re waiting to be your ideal size? Maybe you don’t want to put in the effort for a larger size because you’re hoping you won’t be that size long?
Well, I hear you Sister. Up until recently I’ve been putting off many of my projects because I was supposed to be shedding all those added curves of my pregnancy. But then I wasn’t. And I was tired of waiting. Do I keep waiting? Or do I bite the bitter bullet and sew a few sizes bigger than I had planned? I came to this conclusion: As much as I wish it weren’t so, the truth is I’ll be this size again. I’m not done having kids, and then once I am done, life won’t quit being stressful and I won’t stop liking butter and sugar (not alone, silly). So I’m trying to embrace my more voluptuous self, and I even went out and bought the largest sized jeans that I’ve ever owned. And they’re cute! Don’t we women-of-many-stages deserve to have something cute and special to wear in all our stages? Shouldn’t now be the time we especially try to make flattering and becoming (custom!) clothing, to soothe that sometimes sad transitional stage? (And also avoid the tragically depressing reality of the clothing-store’s dressing room mirror).
How do you feel about sewing for your larger self? Yes? No? Maybe so? I’m going to go for it. Look at it this way: even if what you sew doesn’t fit for long (and I’m crossing my fingers that it won’t!), just think how brilliant you’ll feel when it’s all too big! Nothing says Good Twinkleb! like a baggy pair of pants!