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” on top, or the ones sitting in a stacked pile in your closet shaking their head at you every time you open the door, or the ones buried wayyyyy beaneath all the other jeans in the drawer that are just taking up unnecessary space? Yeah, you know just what I’m talking about. Why are those jeans still there?
Trust me; you’re not the only one. Ask any woman, and I’m sure she’ll be just as guilty for holding on to the same pair of jeans that she knows will never ever fit again. So why do we do it? Why do we torture ourselves?
Because every woman has that tinee-tiny, small, minuscule, little voice in the back of their head telling them that maybe, JUST MAYBE, one day they’ll fit into them. Well, ladies, it’s time to tell that voice to ‘F off.
Here’s why women need to get rid of those jeans: because they are a constant reminder.
They are a constant reminder of the past, that you’re not good enough, that you’ve put on a couple extra pounds, 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, that you don’t deserve to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner ALL in one day (because that would be ridiculous), that one slice of pizza is bad enough—don’t even think about eating two, that you’re not at your “ideal” weight, that you’re ugly and fat, and that you’re a failure.
I’ve come to the realization that keeping those jeans around can’t do a woman any good. They are nothing but a self-esteem crusher, 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 fears and doubts about myself. I’m over the guilt. I’m over feeling bad about myself. 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 cheesecakes and French fries). I may not be able to fit into those size 0’s or 2’s, but I’m also not fifteen, sixteen, or seventeen years old anymore. I’m a woman, and I’ve learned to embrace my woman-ness.
I’ve earned these pounds. I’ve been juggling work and putting myself through college for the past five years. I’ve landed a really great guy that I’ve been with for six years now. I’m in the process of buying a home with him and starting a new chapter in my life. I’m graduating with my college degree in less than a year now. So, ‘aint no pile of jeans going to make me feel little about my self-worth; I think I’m doing pretty damn good just the way that I am.
It took me a long time to be okay with myself, and the first step of that was throwing out those jeans in the dusty bin under my bed that were nothing but a reminder of what I’m not and what I’ll never be. I may not ever be who I was in the past again, but that doesn’t discount who I will be in the future.
Those jeans do nothing but hold you back. So, I ask you to take charge of those jeans and not let them win. The day you throw away your pile of “Maybe-they’ll-fit-one-day” jeans is the day that you move forward and forget the past.