I am attempting to sew more of my own clothes. This is not going well as I have yet to make it to the fabric store successfully. Its very far away and has a no bathroom policy.
Instead I have been cannibalizing old clothes and sheets. Here is a ‘house-dress’ I made from a random fitted sheet I found down stairs. I was so happy with how it turned out- until I tried to put it on. Though the pattern claimed size 18, the bust was not accommodating my girls. So frustrating. No more material to put in a panel. A waste.
But Pinterest delivered the answer on golden wings: a custom dress form! No more guessing! Shit would fit like a glove.
So, in comes a fellow seamstress, two t-shirts and four rolls of duct tape. Out comes Bertha:
I must admit that when I first saw her, I almost cried. She seemed enormous to me. Was my body really that big? I was ashamed and tucked her away in my sewing room. I haven’t even tried to use her yet. I don’t want to face the truth- that this is who I am now.
I have gained 60lbs since starting meds. I can’t say it’s all their fault. Yes, the Clozapine makes me hungry ALL THE TIME but since I learned to eat on a schedule I have curtailed the spiralling weight gain and hit a plateau. I’m hoping now that I am getting back into biking some weight will come off.
But until then I need to love the body I’m in. Respect all it does for me. Nourish it properly and move it daily. After all, it’s the only one I’ve got.