I'm in the process of moving, and today I'm donating 3 big bags of fat clothes to the thrift store.
I'm thrilled to be doing this. I'm nervous, not really because I'm nervous about gaining the weight back ("Constant vigilance!") but because I'm a major pack rat, and who knows when you'll need a size XXL black hoodie?
Also, I lived a lot of life in those clothes. I'm not sad to see the plus sizes go, but I'm sad to see a tangible reminder of my life go.
But go they must! No more 16/18s for me!