Fashion Plate

Since I have become thinner, I find I love fashion magazines. When I was heavy, I just bought the first thing I saw in the largest size they had. In a multitude of colors and called it a day.

I have never really enjoyed clothes shopping. In high school, because I was the world's biggest dork, I bought 3 pairs of pants (all the same) 3 shirts (all the same) 2 sweat shirts (all the same) some socks (all the same) and a pair of shoes. I could do all my school clothes shopping before the rest of the family even entered the store. I know, it is a gift. Then I would find the book aisle and promptly sit down and read. Amazing that I got married at all.

It would drive my mother absolutely insane. I didn't care. Then I would go to school and look like some sort of nut job who only owned one outfit. I'm sure the entire school body thought I wore the same clothes day in and day out. Because, seriously, there was no difference. A fashion plate I wasn't

It never really changed. Clothes didn't matter that much and I could hardly be bothered to even replace items when they wore out. Now I'm making up for lost time.

I love shopping. I go at least once a week, oh, I hardly buy anything but I love to look. I buy all the magazines and drool over the designer clothes. Some of these outfits are seriously strange and I really think normal day to day people couldn't wear them, but that doesn't stop me from imagining the dress in my closet.

Shoes, dresses, jeans, purses, I just love it all. It is like I am making up for lost time. I have fashion blogs that I read. Vogue and Harper's Bazaar live by my bed. I am ripping out subscription cards right and left. I keep a stack of post it notes on every flat surface in case I need to flag something.

And yet, the geeky girl is still here. I never pronounce the designers name right, which delights my kid to no end. I make fun of the little tiny models and there way over the top hair do's. I laugh at the interviews of which high heels would go with which itty bitty black dress and whether they are a supper heel or a nightclub heel.

But I won't be stopping anytime soon. It is an addiction and one that I happen to do well. Plus, it carries no hangover or weight gain.