My Pink Coat

I’m pretty sure I’m not the only person in the world who saved all of their pre-pregnancy clothes. I’ve got a box in the back of my closet with all that stuff that started getting too tight, stuff that I knew wasn’t going to fit, but for some reason I kept telling myself “I’ll get to wear it all six months after the baby is born.”

Well, nearly two and a half years later, and those boxes are (yes, plural) still chilling in the closet. Along with other “omigosh it’s on sale, and it’ll fit someday clothes” that were complete impulse buys. I swear I’ll probably never have to buy another article of clothing until I’m a size 10. Ha.

That, my friends, is box 1 of 3

But among all that stuff was my favorite pink coat. I specifically didn’t buy a winter coat last winter because I was convinced I would be able to fit it. By the time winter ended, I had gotten used to wearing a hoodie because “I have a coat, I just can’t button it.”

So not only am I optimistic about this. But I’m also stubborn, and too optimistic.

Good news, Ya’ll!

I fit the coat! It even buttons, last time I tried it on (winter after the baby was born) I couldn’t even pull my arms through it! Now, since it’d been three years since I’d worn it, I don’t really remember if the shoulders were always that tight. Or if the top button never closed.

But let me tell you, it all came crashing to reality when I popped a button.


Popped TWO buttons.

I could ignore it when the first button popped off because it was already insanely loose. That was no surprise. But when my bottom button flew across the room when I sat down, was definitely a surprise.

So yeah, I’m stubborn. Instead of admitting defeat, I actually sewed the buttons back on… about an inch further away… just so it was looser.

Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt.

But, as I said. I’m stubborn. I’ve waited three freaking years to wear that coat. And I’m done with freezing in the winter. I’m just hoping that I don’t have a “fat guy in a little coat” moment and rip it in half. Don’t judge, that’s a legitimate worry.

On the plus size, I’ll be able to gauge how much I’m slowly losing. And of course when I get back to my “aw yis, my coat fits” weight again, I can just move the buttons back. Because I’m classy like that. And I’m cheap like that. And I freaking love my pink coat.

It kind of made me want to go through the boxes of clothes and see what was close to fitting. We’ll see how that turns out.

(Which in case you’re interested, the pink jeans have something in common with the pink coat)


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