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Fact: Most of us are housing as many as four different clothing sizes in our closets, according to a recent Jezebel poll. And a fair number of those sizes aren't even ones you're planning to squeeze into anytime soon.
Why do we hold on to clothes that don't love us?
Jezebel's story hits on lots of reasons: Even if they don't fit, you parted with hard-earned dollars to buy those jeans. Plus, you may have an emotional attachment to the sweater your grandma made you, or the dress you wore on a first date. And perhaps most crucial: Currently, there's a total lack of size standardization in women's retail.
I've been thinking a lot about clothing sizes lately, for a few reasons. First, I spent the month of January wearing the same six items of clothing over and over again as part of the Six Items or Less Challenge. The idea was to break out of that horrific "I have nothing to wear and hate everybody especially my thighs!" spin cycle that happens when your closet is too jam-packed. I did get control over those little episodes, but I also realized that I need way more than six items of clothing to enjoy life. In February I did Kendi Everyday's 30 in 30 Remix, with more success. (Thirty turns out to be a manageable wardrobe size for me.)
And I've also been working on losing the 20 pounds I gained last year. I'm almost halfway there, which is rad -- except I'm currently between clothing sizes. My 12s are so baggy, I'm hiking up my jeggings every few minutes but my 10s are still causing too much circulation deprivation for my liking. And meanwhile, I own plenty of size 8s and even a handful of size 6s that don't stand a chance.
So it's comforting to realize that I'm not alone in this wrong-size-hoarding war, but it's also got me thinking: Expensive, sentimental value aside, why am I torturing myself with too-small items? Because the truth is, I feel pretty darn great about how I look right now — as long as I maintain a laser-like focus on how I look right now. If I start comparing myself to skinnier friends or any member of the cast of "Pretty Little Liars," I can quickly lose my tenuous grasp on that body confidence. I don't need that happening everytime I get dressed, too.
So I'm taking action. All of the too-small stuff that I nevertheless can't bear to toss? Moved to the guest room closet. I've also distributed some of the pieces I love best to my sister and friends, because it makes me happy to think about those items being worn and loved by people I love -- who will be happy to cycle them back to me if I ever do end up making a repeat visit to size 8 land.
Because who knows where I'll be in another 10 pounds?