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Size slum

This was something that occurred to me the other day...

As I've mentioned earlier, I'm on a quest to improve my health and lose weight as well. Back in October of 2004, A month before I got pregnant with Bryn, I weighed in at 112kg... I had tried to get pregnant for two months unsuccessfully. I know that isn't a lot of time, but for me it was the longest it had ever taken - I had gotten pregnant four times before that one the first or second attempt. I decided it was my weight that was making it difficult to get pregnant and so embarked on regime to lose weight. I cut out most all sugar and carbs and walked every morning, in the following month I lost 6kg and got pregnant.

During my pregnancy, I didn't put on any excess weight, but in fact lost weight. I went up to 112.5kg at the end of my pregnancy and then a week after Bryn was born I down to 104kg, 6 weeks later I was down to 101kg and stayed there for a couple of months, despite eating a lot of chips and chocolate and drinking nearly 2lt of Coke every day (NOT the diet stuff)...

When I was at my heaviest I was somewhere between a size 22-24 - depending on where I shopped. When I got down to 101kg, I suddenly found my size 22 clothing getting too big, and realised how close I was to fitting into a size 18, then in the last few weeks I've dropped more weight thanks to new changes in my diet. I can now fit into the size 18 clothing from the plus size range at Target (the plus size 18 is definitely more generously cut that the size 18 from their women's section!)...

Ok, now where I shop at my local Target, the plus size section is at the back of the shop. I've been shopping in that section for 4+ years, and seriously it feels like going to "the forbidden zone"... Like the plus sizes are banished to the back of the shop because if you have to shop there, you certainly don't want to be seen...

So, anyway, a week or so ago, when it dawned on me that I'm just going to keep at this and keep losing weight, I realised that in a couple of months or so, I will be able to shop from the regular women's clothing section AT THE FRONT of the shop! So, I decided I'd have a look at what was on offer for "normal sized women" - I felt like I was trespassing, like every woman browsing in that section was asking themselves what that fat lady was doing looking at the size 14 to 18 sizes... Of course, they probably weren't, but it had been so long since I'd checked out that section that I actually felt like a second class citizen, LOL... It dawned on me that there was a sizing strata and the plus size section was the women's clothing "slum" stuck at the back of the store and shunned... A place for all the "unclean" plus sized women to skulk to while their partners checked out the adjoining dvd section...

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