Elastic-waist pants are high on the list of things I refuse to ever wear, no matter what my size. I'll accept elastic at the sides or the back, but not all the way around. It has to have a waist band with a fly.
I also won't wear muu muus, skirted swimsuits, polyester slacks with a sewn-in crease down the front of the legs, or solid black unless I pair it with white or a bright color. Not even at a funeral will I wear solid black by itself.
The reason is simple rebellion. When I was growing, up, the clothing I've just described were all that was available for plus-sized women. They were the standard fat-woman uniform, what everyone expects us to wear. I heard too much of, "Oh, no-no-no, dear. You can't wear red. You're too heavy. You have to wear black. It's slimming." Oh, bite me. My bathing suit is a tankini, floral navy on top and solid navy with a mock belt on the bottom. Yes, even a buckle. Anybody who can't stand to look at the shape of my gut can bloody well turn their heads away.
This isn't to say I'm not attempting to lose weight. I'm just saying I reserve the right to feel beautiful *now,* even though I'm still pretty close to my heaviest.

I'm brand new here.
I'm glad to be here.

