I finally did it. I have been looking at my closet for weeks (months?) now feeling sad. I would see all these cute clothes that just do not fit anymore. I lost so much weight post-divorce, only to gain all of it back post-Covid. Sure, I can totally lose all the weight again, but that won’t happen overnight, and in the meantime, it’s not doing me any good seeing it everyday. It just serves as a constant reminder that I have somehow failed. I don’t want that. So, off the clothes went into bags. They will find new homes somewhere else. And here? Now I just see clothes that actually fit the body I have now and I am so good with that. The only small items I kept were my bridesmaids dresses and the dress I wore on my first date with Nick (because, you know, good memories). When I lose all the weight again, I’ll reward myself with a new wardrobe. Until then, I am here to celebrate and embrace who I am now.