Losing weight means you get the joy of buying new Clothes (not that the bank manager thinks so). But it also means that you can start to experiment with styles you never would have in the past. The fat me would live in jeggings/stretchy jeans, in the hope that they would help pull in my fat stomach and make my legs look great, vest tops, to add as little bulk to me as possible, hoodies, purely for warmth, and flat boots that I used to get out of breath pulling on.

This was a pretty classic day look...... and yes that is a wax work of Peter Andre.

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Going out was usually dresses with floaty skirts and not too tight tops. This was a regular going out dress. As you can see it was tight over my bust but then skimmed over my stomach. To be honest this was one of my riskier dresses. I was talked into buying it by a good male friend with a good eye for fashion. I'm glad he did because I adore this.

Clothes purely served as a way to cover up to conform to social convention. They were not something that made me feel good. Clothes shopping was something I dreamed about enjoying but unfortunately just made me feel fat and disgusting. If I needed an item of clothing I ran straight into the Shop, grabbed said item, possibly tried it on to double check it would fit, pay and run out the shop as quick as possible.

I tried to convince myself that I was happy and that I was never going to conform to Social Pressures of being skinny (I'm still not conforming to social pressures to be skinny, I'm losing weight because my health was at risk) but the truth was that I was just trying to fade into the background unnoticed. 

Cut to three stone lighter and shopping and clothes have one again become a joy, but in a totally new way. Poor Dale now understands how women REALLY shop, and it doesn't involve having a melt down in the middle of the shop because nothing fits. No seriously he had to buy me a bag once because I was so devastated. 

I'm finding myself wearing certain items of clothing that I would have walked straight past before because they would have made me look fat. Skinny jeans? bring them on. Figure hugging jumpers? A world of yes. Heels? I'm rocking them more than ever. And those floaty, cover my stomach going out dresses? They've been pulled right in to show off my sexy figure. 

So yeah clothes are fun now. And I'm picking up all sorts of styles that I would have never even considered before. Not only am I loving my body, I'm also loving showing it off.

Until next time

Emma