That title doesn’t look nor sound likes anything special in itself, right?

However, for me, it is!

I’ve already mentioned my sister in a few posts here. She really is the skinny type, with a slim body, long legs, a lean face… Everything in her is slim. I won’t say that she has NO weight problems, because at some point in her life, during puberty, she gained some, but her ‘highest weight ever’ was approximatively what, until recently, has been MY ‘lowest weight ever’–about 62-63 kgs. So I can’t say that she’s been fat, it didn’t last long enough for her to get into the fat mindset and the likes, nor for her to really buy tons of clothes at such sizes.

This is why, when my sister gave me clothes this past week-end, it was no small achievement for me, since it openly meant I had lost enough in terms of weight and clothing sizes. And those aren’t her ‘fat clothes’ either (her fat clothes are too big for me, mind you)!

Granted, I wasn’t sure at first if said clothes would fit. (Isn’t it annoying, by the way? It seems like that particular thought will never leave me now, used like I am to always have to ask for a bigger size when I try on something in a store. I hope that someday, I’ll be at goal and in maintenance mode with enough confidence to know what size I am for sure.) Anyway, I wasn’t sure. I shouldn’t have worried about it, though. They fit. They even fit so well that I couldn’t believe it at first. Goodness, those are clothes I remember seeing on my sis at a period when I thought and knew that she was thin! She is a few centimeters taller than I, alright–but this isn’t enough to make me look like an elephant compared to her either.

And I’m glad. I’m happy about it, even. This is the kind of apparently insignificant event that means a whole world to someone like me. My body is far from being perfect and I’m not at goal yet, but the hell with that–I fit in NORMAL clothes that have been worn by a person generally considered as THIN! And it’s not an illusion, or me trying to squeeze rolls of fat into a pair of trousers that is clearly too small for me!

Not to mention the fact that it’s a life saver, and that I now have a couple more items to wear instead of having to do with two pairs of jeans, two skirts and three T-shirts. /rolls her eyes.

As a side note, I am also now the proud owner of a short black skirt with braces (straps? suspenders?) and leggings with horizontal stripes. Yep its horizontal. The very kind of pattern I’ve been told to never wear “because you’re fat”. Now I don’t care if I still have thick legs.

I’m ecstatic. In spite of the ongoing struggles, I am.