When you're heavy, black is your favorite color. I loved black. It's slimming. It's a constant. It pairs with almost anything. I had several black shirts, sweatshirts and long sleeved shirts that I loved. I had several pairs of black pants that I loved.
Black was a big part of my wardrobe, even in the summer. And while I think that tan capri pants and a black top is classic, it wasn't what I dreamed of. I dreamed of this:
Something nautical and summery. But I knew that I could never pull it off and still blend into the background. After all, that's what my friend, the color black helped me do.
Last week I was going through my 4 pairs of capri pants and my 5 or 6 tops and I realized that I owned no black tops. How was this? How did this happen? Black is my staple, it's my friend and I had none of it to wear. Oh sure, I had black capri pants, but nothing in black on top.
Then I realized, I wasn't subconsciously ALWAYS choosing black when I shopped. I think that it became so ingrained for me to chose black in a top ALL THE TIME, that I had a hard time seeing other colors. In fact, I had a lot of black tops that I donated to the local charity in my bags of clothes. Now, I realized that I was choosing hot pink, coral & white, purples and greens and even light blues. I'm choosing what I like and if I don't absolutely love it, I'm not buying it. I'm not buying it because I DO have other options.
So did I go and buy that outfit up there? No. Not yet. But I intend to when my pants size goes down 1 more size so it will last be a bit longer. I did buy a pair of white capri pants. I don't think I've EVER owned a pair of white pants. You know what else I did? I bought a black top. It's a knit wrap top that hugs my new found shape. And I bought it because I like it. And it's the only black top that I have.