Take a look inside your closet. What do you see? If you’re anything like me, it’s an array of clothing, shoes, purses, and luggage. Everything from that faded hooded sweatshirt I got years ago at Hooper’s in Ocean City, to a collection of sequined dresses that make my closet sparkle like Liberace’s dressing room. Every item has an invisible tag attached to it with a memory of where I got it, when, and how it looks on me. This system should make getting dressed easy . . . right? Wrong.
Nestled in the midst of my clothing collection are those items that all women have: the inspiration pieces. For those who don’t know, “inspiration pieces” are the clothing items we have that don’t quite fit us, yet we keep them to supposedly inspire us to lose weight. (I know, it sounds so ridiculous when you put it in print.) Here we are torturing ourselves day after day with the temptation of a great outfit that is not a fit for us. Each day hoping that maybe, just maybe, this time the zipper will slide up a little more, or that the fabric magically stretched over night. All the while we know the truth: These things don’t fit us now, and it’s possible they never will.
Where do crazy concepts like this come from? And why do so many of us subscribe to them? Perhaps it’s something embedded more in our psyche than in our fashion sense. I, for one, can admit that I have practically made a lifestyle out of waiting for things to fit that don’t. And I’m not just referring to clothes. I also mean sticking with jobs that I wasn’t happy with, staying friends with people who took advantage of me, and, of course, maintaining interest in the wrong guys. And that last one may be the worst of all.
The problem with having guys as inspiration pieces is I have no idea what I am hoping will change to make them fit. I’m certainly not the girl who believes she has to change her body type to get the guy she wants, because that’s superficial. And I think I have a pretty darn good personality, so that’s not it either. Maybe what I am hoping will change is not me, but their view of me. These guys that I have crushed on, maybe I keep them in my proverbial closet in the hopes that they will eventually stretch their perspective to fit me—that what I already am will suddenly be in fashion.
But, as usual, this analysis just serves as another life lesson for me. There is no sense spending each day being reminded of what doesn’t fit. For better or worse, over time my body will change, but my taste will also change. So its time to size up my wardrobe and my little black book! Love isn’t tailor-made for anyone, but a bad fit usually makes it harder to breathe.