I’ve spent half a day trying on all the clothes in my overly substantial and overstuffed closet. I made 2 discoveries:
a) I own a high proportion of ugly-a$$ shirts/trousers from the 90’s and noughties
b) my ‘fat’ clothes represent over 50% of my wardrobe (though my super-fat clothes are a very limited segment).
The nostalgia attached to specific clothes that I lived in at my heaviest - those 3 shirts and 2 pairs of pants that rotated constantly as the only things I could fit into at that time, was powerful and surprisingly positive. While I am determined to get rid of my fat clothes it was harder than I thought to put these on the donate pile. There’s that nagging little voice saying ‘These clothes served you well, my friend, and let’s face it, you are just going to yo-yo back up there again so you’d better not get rid of these’. I can dismiss the latter half of that self-sabotage but that voice hasn’t gone away yet.
What really did it was putting them on and realizing what massive tents/clown trousers they are on me now.
The only fat clothes I kept were my favorite and possibly irreplaceable comedy/commemorative T-shirts. If I ever do balloon up to my prior weight, I know what I’ll be wearing!