I have nothing to wear.
On a daily basis.
Or at least I don't think I have anything to wear.
Because I'm at that point where I'm so proud of how far I've come that I want to start looking nicer in my clothes, but don't want to spend the money on buying nice clothes because I still have so much more to lose.
You with me?
Here is my closet.
I know, it's kind of ridiculous.
And good thing I just cleaned it out about a week ago, or else there would be no picture today.
But daily, I stand in the doorway to my closet, looking for something that isn't there. Looking for clothes that fit. That don't me look quite so large. That are cute, and trendy, and don't make me look like a housewife.
And they are not there. Because I am still large, and I am still a housewife.