Throw Those Jeans Away, Once and For All.
You know those jeans sitting in a pile somewhere? You know… the ones under your bed in a Tupperware with a thick layer of dust and the label “They’ll Fit One Day", or the ones sitting in a stacked pile in your closet, or the ones buried wayyy beneath all the other jeans in your drawer that are just taking up unnecessary space? Something tells me you know just what I’m talking about.
Well, why are those jeans still there?
Trust me; you’re not the only one. I was once there.
Ask any other woman, and I’m sure she’ll have her own little stash of skinny jeans too.
So why do we do it? Why do we torture ourselves?
Because every woman has that tinee-tiny, minuscule, little voice in the back of their head telling them that maybe, JUST MAYBE, one day they’ll fit into them again. Well, ladies, it’s time to tell that voice to ‘F off.
Here’s why women need to get rid of those jeans once and for all:
Those jeans are nothing but a constant reminder of what you're not. And who wants to be reminded of that?
They're a reminder of the past, that you’ll never look like you did in high school ever again, that you should probably spend an extra hour on the treadmill today, and maybe skip lunch, that one slice of pizza is bad enough—don’t even think about eating two, that you’re not at your “ideal” weight or should I say the ideal weight of media and Hollywood, and that you're a big fat failure.
I’ve come to the realization that keeping those jeans around can’t do any good. They are nothing but self-esteem crushers, and I have no qualms with seeing my tight jeans go into trash or down the Salvation Army bin. It’s like getting rid of all my worries, doubts, and insecurities about myself.
I’m just over the constant guilt. I’m over feeling bad about myself. I'm over comparing myself to skinnier girls. I’m over counting every single calorie that goes into my mouth. I’m over not being able to enjoy the little things in life (like French fries).
I may not be able to fit into those size 2’s or 4's, but I’m also not fifteen, sixteen, seventeen years old anymore. I’m a woman, and yes, unfortunately with age, comes a different body. There's no getting around it. But, I've learned to embrace this body. To let go of that innocent seventeen year old and start owning up to the woman I am today.
I’ve earned the body that I have today, and I'm not ashamed of it. I’m a hard worker. I've been juggling full-time school and work for years now. I have a great guy. We're in the process of buying a home together and starting a new chapter in our lives. I'll be graduating with my college degree in less than a year, with the hopes of landing a successful teaching job. I got through a lot of difficult times with strength. I didn't give up when things got hard. It got me to where I am today.
I'm not going to let an old pair jeans or a scale measure my success.
This is me now. This is my body.
I'm not going to sit around sulking, desiring the body that I once had.
I'm going to start embracing the one that I do have.
It took me a long time to be okay with myself, and the first step of that was throwing out all my jeans that didn't fit me anymore.
I may not ever be who I was in the past, but that doesn’t discount the person that I am today. If anything, I'm a better, more mature, version of myself.
Keeping those jeans around hold you back. So, don't let them. Start taking charge of the life you have today.
The day you throw your pile of “Maybe-they’ll-fit” jeans away,
is the day that you forget the past and accept the person you are in the present with happiness and confidence.