Stupid Closet Tricks
"Mannequin Store" by timshortt under CC-BY-SA via Flickr
One of the many annoying things about living with an eating disorder is the closet space problem.
Lots of American women feel they don’t have enough closet space, I know. But, verily, I say unto you, you have not really felt the closet-space squeeze until you have accumulated complete wardrobes in more than three sizes.
I have boxes of summer and winter clothes, sizes US 2 through US 10. Over the years, I have learned the hard (read: expensive) way not to discard anything simply because it no longer fits. On several occasions, I have gleefully divested of some very nice clothes because I was foolish enough to believe I had Finally Figured It Out about my weight, only to find myself either struggling to zip up a pair of too-tight Levis or desperately hunting for a belt to hold up my rapper/clown pants, since my underwear is decidedly NOT the kind meant for public viewing. This has, on occasion, occurred over a matter of weeks.
Spring and fall in Northern California exacerbate this problem for me. Round ‘bout change of season time here in Paradise™, I have to have both warm- and cool-weather clothes near to hand because the temperature can fluctuate dramatically from one day to the next (and I’m talking anywhere from 90° F to 50° F.) In the space of 24 hours. One day.
Which means it’s time for me to haul the “off-season” clothes boxes out of storage, and keep them in my bedroom until I can safely exchange my winter duds for the dreaded summer wardrobe and store the former once again in my garage-cum-closet.
When will the insanity finally subside?
