V.I.C.T.O.R.Y.

I am dancing right now! Not that you can see it, but please, feel free to imagine it.

So, we got paid yesterday. This is brilliant for many reasons, but the main one being that I can finally buy the last couple of presents, and also bought a load of food for the foodie pressies I’m making. The second reason is that I really wanted to have something nice to wear on Christmas Day. I have lost a stone in the past few months, and I want to look at any photos taken on Christmas Day and think “Ah, remember that present?” not, “Holy shit I look like a whale”. I know we’ve all had moments where we’ve thought we looked half decent only to see a photo and want to curl up into a ball and shrivel to nothingness, but there is one photo of me last year  two years ago (2014) that makes me nearly cry every time I see it. When I look at it, I wonder how on earth James found me attractive, and thank my lucky stars that he obviously really doesn’t mind my size! I will post it here, because it serves a purpose.

I look pregnant. God it’s awful seeing it again!

Now, I decided I wanted to wear leggings on Christmas Day due to them being comfy, and me enjoying my comfort. But, if one wants to look like not a slob whilst wearing leggings, a nice top/dress is of utmost importance. I’m fortunate enough to work right next to a large shopping mall 

so I had a look online for anything that might be sold inside that would require minimal walking.

 

Fortune is clearly on my side as there’s the perfect jumper! Ah, but H&M…well. They’re known for their tiny sizing; I was thrilled when I fitted into a dress of theirs that’s a size ‘L’, and that wasn’t fitted or anything. I also wanted jeans…dark ones. I’ve never owned dark jeans as I thought they made my thighs look massive. Found some…but again, H&M! Even worse for jeans than tops. I tried on a pair of size 16 ones not that long ago and couldn’t even get them up my thigh sooooo.

Anyway, I took the screenshot off with me to H&M on my lunchbreak on the basis that with all the crowds, I couldn’t cope with looking around for things (why aren’t all the jumpers/jeans/tops just in ONE place grouped together..) but I would ask a nice assistant if they stock it and where it is, and then I could try it on. I do this, but, horror, they only have one left! And it’s a SMALL. Still, I’m full of festive cheer and not wanting to have to try and find another outfit, I decide to give it a whirl. H&M in Norwich also has their jeans right next to a changing room, so on my way I have a look through and find some nice ones in size…30? What is a 30? European sizing confuses me, so I just grab them thinking it can’t be worse than failing to get a size 16 over my thighs.

 

That was the result. I’m so in love with the jumper it’s unreal, and the jegging-y things are so soft and amazing and comfy. The jumper isn’t the soft rose colour I was expecting, and it’s a little dingy, but with some sparkling gold jewellery and nailpolish, I’ll be sorted.

But….drum roll please……..SIZE 30 IN EU IS A SIZE 12 IN UK SIZING. I AM A SIZE 12 IN H&M JEANS OMG. So, I know they’re stretchy…but they do up, comfortably, around my squish. I got them over my thighs!! I actually like how I look in them!

So, yesterday was the biggest bestest day of my life so far, and I’m thrilled. Christmas will no longer be horrid, I may look half decent in photos, I fake-tanned last night and only managed to miss my right knee (how did I even do that?!) and nobody will be seeing that anyway…and everything, finally, is coming up Milhouse (Harriet).