It’s no secret that for the past 14 years of my life I have swung like a pendulum between a size 4/6 and a size 20. Both sizes, and all in between, have left me hating my body, fuelling my eating disorder and leaving me in a heap on the floor, sobbing and cussing my stomach and thighs. Weight loss, weight gain, and the growing of two beautiful babes just 23 months apart has resulted in a wardrobe fit to burst. Teamed with my eating disorder I also have Borderline Personality Disorder, and with that, for me, comes an unsureness in my identity; who I am and who I want to be. I often go through phases of wanting to dress like a Mumsy-mum in floral shirts and bootcut jeans that flare over ankle boots. Some days I wake up and I’m feeling hippy-esque, teaming tie-dye tops with floral harems and sandals.
Occasionally, I know who I am and who I want to be; just me. I’m not suited to bright colours, to being mumsy, to floaty fairy style dresses or big floral coats. I’m a neutral kinda girl, who looks best in jeans and a plain top and a plain cardigan. I don’t go out-out often, so I don’t need a wardrobe f