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A little over a month ago, I ordered a pair of new bras at home (2-pack), because my old ones were getting too big. I have not used the new bras very much, because the cups are far too small (despite what I thought was the right size) and they do not sit very well around the back. Today I put on one, and admits to me extremely surprised.
Extremely surprised, because I wore it – and buttoned it at the bottom.
In other words, I get it not myself how the hell this went. A month ago, it was relatively tight around the back. Now I buttoned it at the bottom. It has gone – pretty accurate, I would think, a month ago I got them home.
It is completely galet.
I do not complain. It's incredibly fun to discover that you shrink in scope. But it's surprising as a thousand. Obviously I'm doing something right. Now I just want to get to the point where the body has shrunk completely in size, and may begin to change shape – because that's really where I want to be. I like to get smaller, but form is most important.
But one thing in the roof, apparently. 😀 Apparently I'll shrink first, and then reshaped. It is OK, that too. Above all, it's ok because it's time to wear more clothes. No one will really notice what happens to my body during the winter. It will be next spring and summer that I hope people will see the difference.
What I feel me a little stressed over right now, however, is the speed at which I have to invest in new bras. Clothes – there, I can live with walking around in oversize. I've been doing that for so long anyway, so for a while it does not matter. But I prefer not to wear bras in oversize. I want them to sit well and do good. There, pants are also something I want to sit – at least up. We'll see how long my pants will work.
The stress I feel is most economical, shall be recognized. I live on sickness compensation, and even if I buy my bras at Bonprix where it's cheap – and surprisingly good quality, then it will be costly in the long run. I have a couple of favorites there that I will continue to buy in smaller sizes. Wondering exactly what size I land, at last? The newest bras I have are size 90C. The next size smaller will be 85D. But then, after? Will it be even smaller, and in that case – how much less? 😮
Something else like will also be interesting eventually, is this about sewing new clothes. For so many years I have been used to knowing how much I need to compensate for a pants pattern for it to work with my butt that has always been a pair, three sizes larger than the rest of a pair of pants (and, I have a giant ass). But now that it has decreased quite significantly, I will need to measure. And, I will probably need to measure all the measurements, to be able to get the right sizes. For now, I have not learned the size of this body that is emerging.
It's very strange. And I mean really, really, really weird. And how long do you wait to sew up new clothes? What if I had to renew my closet several times in the course of.. say, a couple of years. Do you understand how expensive it will be? 😮
It might sound frugal or so to think about money when it comes to this, but with my small finances I have to think so. Most things are resolved in one way or another, and it does now as well. ♥