For nearly a decade I have strictly worn leggings and in fact for the past 5 years I have worn the exact same leggings on repeat. I found one pair on Old Navy that was always on sale so about every 6 months or so I’d reorder 5 pairs in my 2x sizing on and keep it moving.
Last November, I finally found a doctor that took my health care concerns seriously and began a weight loss journey. SInce I was someone at the time that continuously put myself on the back burner I didn’t notice just how loose they were getting on me. Sure, I saw when I put them on they weren’t sticking to me like glue anymore but not that they are nearly falling off of me.
At the same time, I was going through my own personal evolution. I was discovering who I wanted to become and someone that did not take any care with their appearance was not one of them. Sure, you can absolutely dress up leggings but I am someone that instantly throws a crewneck on the second leggings hit my body and then doesn’t bother wearing anything else.
I started adding in clothes that made me feel like the baddie I was transforming into and slowly I began modeling the same behavior she was. Instead of laying on the couch after dropping my son off, I’m off to do my self care and get to my to due list.
I feel so much more comfortable in my own skin and confident walking into both stores and public situations.
Getting rid of my all of my crewnecks, tees and leggings was not easy. I had so many I kept having one pair pop up when I thought I had gotten rid of all of them.
Recently, I had a reading done and discovered I was still holding onto that energy so I did what any witch does, burn it all down and then make marshmallows.
The thing was, it wasn’t just about the leggings. It was the representation of who I was and how much I put every ounce into everyone else without receiving anything in return. I allowed everyone to drain every last drop of me and became a shell of myself. Breaking up with my leggings, is breaking up with that version of myself and fully stepping into the baddie CEO I have been working so hard to become.
Leggings were the Mom that barely washed her face let alone took time for self care.
Leggings were the friend that constantly poured into others yet was met with ‘I’m too busy’ when she was drowning. Leggings were the overwhelming people pleasing that kept her feeling trapped.
Leggings were the uncontrollable weight gain and feeling trapped in her own body. Leggings were the negative self talk that often called herself stupid over a hundred times a day.
Leggings were the Mom that hated herself for not feeling completely happy and fulfilled with only motherhood.
Leggings were the thing that kept her believing she didn’t need to be happy in this life, maybe the next one.
Leggings were the girl constantly taking toxic.behavior and believing it was her fault.
Leggings were the depression that felt like a bottomless pit she couldn’t climb out of.
And I don’t know about you, but I just can’t have leggings anymore.
I’ll miss the comfort of leggings, that version of me though? She’s no longer with us.
Stay tuned for an upcoming blog where I make my recommendations for pants that help you break up with leggings.