My clothes don't fit. These bits of material we use to hide our shame are now too good for me.
How they taunt me, humiliating me. "You used to once fit in me" is what I hear when I look at them.
I tried on a few. Didn't bother with the rest. What's the point? I know it won't fit. I can feel my self-esteem plummet as I can't wear my fav jacket that didn't expose my abnormally large arms.
The dress that made me look half decent now sits a bit too snugly against my belly. My enlarged and enlarging belly.
I find myself sitting in awkward positions trying to mask my bulge. My large love handles invading my back.
I've reached an all low and knowing this... Knowing that I'm at a point of 20Stone+ is still not motivating me to help myself.
How do I help myself. Where should I start?! I'm steadily searching, ransacking my wardrobe but I'm coming to the realisation that my clothes don't fit. - Yasmine Khalifa