Fashion
Without Prejudice
No one told me how good it would feel to try on clothes and they fit. It's the best feeling in the world. Skirts rustle over my hips, silken and soft, smoothly.I still can't believe it. 24 kilos gone, just gone in 6 months. I have so much energy I'm dangerous. I want to run out in the street and scream,
"Everything fits !
I still have what my Sister Helen calls fat thinking. I see bigger in the mirror and then I put something on and when it fits I am delighted. I had all theses clothes put away to sell on Ebay, Lisa Ho, Adele Palmer, I love Aussie design and always wear it. English fashion is great also but I love Australians. The clothing suits our weather anything from the UK even a tee is thicker material.
Asian sizing is hopeless as they cater for people that look like my daughter Yvette, size 0 or 4 in Aussie standards. Luckily her Aunts are the same so she doesn't find it as odd as she does. She wants curves. No one looks better in a bikini than Yvette, serious. She has 7 kids and a tiny petite firm dancers body and she works at it. She has 7 boys and you could crack walnuts on her butt.
So if I dress her in anything in looks amazing but behind the shots we have pegs and pins pulling the dress or top in. On camera she looks ten pounds heavier so it adds curves to her body and we try to shoot her that way. She looks best in a high neck dress that skims into her waist and flows out. With her hair up she is Audrey Hepburn.
So, now the stock that I was going to sell on Ebay is mine because it fits. I love them, shoes, maleup, girly dresses. Dita Von Teeze in a wrinkly body. Ha Ha. The wrinkles come with the weight loss and I look like I have elbow or testicle skin all over my body. The doctor assures me the elasticity will come back to my skin. Yeah right !
I can wear belts now. I was up in QLD years ago and shopping with my Sis Jackie at the Hyperdome in Brisbane. Jac is older than me by 4 years and very conservative, prim and proper. So I go off to an op shop and Jac is trying to drag me out of there and I find a Jag dress with the tell tale star patterning in white, it's gorgeous and I can't put it down.
I show it to Jackie and she says huh when is that going to fit ? But I buy it anyway, and as I pass the belt rack I pick up a belt and it's a long mans belt and I can't even get it to go around me. I am still in denial then. Not a good place to be denial. It doesn't help anyone. I was convinced I was OK. But there was this skinny girl dying to get out and somehow I had convinced I was fine.
I've alwayd had a big bust for my size and they shrank to pathetic shrunken heads from Papua New Guines. I woke up one day after 6 months of being at Camp Eden, and I was a size 12. And suddenly after being invisible for years fat and over forty I was getting wolf whistles. My Son In Law commented that I was not to worry about the wrinkles I looked healthy. And that's what it came down to, my health.
I ate tiny amounts, lots of water and ran between chores as I thought I hate walking, love swimming, love cleaning and gardening so the more weight I lost the more energetic I became. I ate fruit only till lunch, lunch tiny, just dry biccies with cucumber or tomato and maybe a bit of protein as in cheese or fish.
More fruit, piece of chocolate every day, my treat, normal dinner but on a very small plate. I figured the weight would come off steadily if I kept to portion control and exercise. I promised myself I would celebarte every milestone, every goal reached. I didn't know how much I weighed until I went to the Doctor, who hugged me in delight. I was 64 kilos from 84 and am now 59 kilos, I've still got five to go so I have to step up exercise now.
I wanted to be slim for so long, and never seemed to be able to do it. I had to face my fears at Camp Eden after sobbing all the way there in the plane. I hate flying. I also found I was terrified of heights absolutely scared to death. But some I conquered while I was there and some I conquered once I was back home.
And Fashion started the ball rolling, I looked at all my graoning wardrobe and took out everything I didn't like. Comfy clothes, fat clothes and parcelled them up and gave them away to charity. I had two stretch black lycra dresses, one long, one short, tank dresses. I alternated them every day as they made me "Feel" slim. No tight constricted feeling that just drives you mad.
And the biggest change was that I started writing, just writing. I have alwys written right from a small child and I won prizes at it and the Humanities Prize Of The Year at Hallma High as a mature age student. They were so good that School. They accomodated my needs to be at the business and raising 4 kids. I just had to stay for the class and could go. My English skills carried me through the Human Management and Legal Studies. And the Teacher gave me 10 weeks off English as she couldn't teach me any more.
I wasn't a popular student from the first few weeks as the English Teacher read my essay out in front of the class. I knew I was doomed, people don't like "showoffs", but it was my story so I just ignored the other mature age student I was with. She hated my guts from the essay incident and tried to pretend she wasn't avidly jealous. I passed, she didn't, too bad.
After Lauren died I couldn't write, didn't want to, I knew I would have to write her story at some satge and just the thought of that made my throat ache. I couldn't, wouldn't. Until Dave my brother said go home and write and I eventually did and then the writing beacme my therapy and then my joy. My absolute joy, my passion, my muse. Words have always intruiged me.
So now I can wear anything I am one happy lady, I am happier than I have been in years. Successful people maintain good body weight, health is the first Wealth
Love Janette
No one told me how good it would feel to try on clothes and they fit. It's the best feeling in the world. Skirts rustle over my hips, silken and soft, smoothly.I still can't believe it. 24 kilos gone, just gone in 6 months. I have so much energy I'm dangerous. I want to run out in the street and scream,
"Everything fits !
I still have what my Sister Helen calls fat thinking. I see bigger in the mirror and then I put something on and when it fits I am delighted. I had all theses clothes put away to sell on Ebay, Lisa Ho, Adele Palmer, I love Aussie design and always wear it. English fashion is great also but I love Australians. The clothing suits our weather anything from the UK even a tee is thicker material.
Asian sizing is hopeless as they cater for people that look like my daughter Yvette, size 0 or 4 in Aussie standards. Luckily her Aunts are the same so she doesn't find it as odd as she does. She wants curves. No one looks better in a bikini than Yvette, serious. She has 7 kids and a tiny petite firm dancers body and she works at it. She has 7 boys and you could crack walnuts on her butt.
So if I dress her in anything in looks amazing but behind the shots we have pegs and pins pulling the dress or top in. On camera she looks ten pounds heavier so it adds curves to her body and we try to shoot her that way. She looks best in a high neck dress that skims into her waist and flows out. With her hair up she is Audrey Hepburn.
So, now the stock that I was going to sell on Ebay is mine because it fits. I love them, shoes, maleup, girly dresses. Dita Von Teeze in a wrinkly body. Ha Ha. The wrinkles come with the weight loss and I look like I have elbow or testicle skin all over my body. The doctor assures me the elasticity will come back to my skin. Yeah right !
I can wear belts now. I was up in QLD years ago and shopping with my Sis Jackie at the Hyperdome in Brisbane. Jac is older than me by 4 years and very conservative, prim and proper. So I go off to an op shop and Jac is trying to drag me out of there and I find a Jag dress with the tell tale star patterning in white, it's gorgeous and I can't put it down.
I show it to Jackie and she says huh when is that going to fit ? But I buy it anyway, and as I pass the belt rack I pick up a belt and it's a long mans belt and I can't even get it to go around me. I am still in denial then. Not a good place to be denial. It doesn't help anyone. I was convinced I was OK. But there was this skinny girl dying to get out and somehow I had convinced I was fine.
I've alwayd had a big bust for my size and they shrank to pathetic shrunken heads from Papua New Guines. I woke up one day after 6 months of being at Camp Eden, and I was a size 12. And suddenly after being invisible for years fat and over forty I was getting wolf whistles. My Son In Law commented that I was not to worry about the wrinkles I looked healthy. And that's what it came down to, my health.
I ate tiny amounts, lots of water and ran between chores as I thought I hate walking, love swimming, love cleaning and gardening so the more weight I lost the more energetic I became. I ate fruit only till lunch, lunch tiny, just dry biccies with cucumber or tomato and maybe a bit of protein as in cheese or fish.
More fruit, piece of chocolate every day, my treat, normal dinner but on a very small plate. I figured the weight would come off steadily if I kept to portion control and exercise. I promised myself I would celebarte every milestone, every goal reached. I didn't know how much I weighed until I went to the Doctor, who hugged me in delight. I was 64 kilos from 84 and am now 59 kilos, I've still got five to go so I have to step up exercise now.
I wanted to be slim for so long, and never seemed to be able to do it. I had to face my fears at Camp Eden after sobbing all the way there in the plane. I hate flying. I also found I was terrified of heights absolutely scared to death. But some I conquered while I was there and some I conquered once I was back home.
And Fashion started the ball rolling, I looked at all my graoning wardrobe and took out everything I didn't like. Comfy clothes, fat clothes and parcelled them up and gave them away to charity. I had two stretch black lycra dresses, one long, one short, tank dresses. I alternated them every day as they made me "Feel" slim. No tight constricted feeling that just drives you mad.
And the biggest change was that I started writing, just writing. I have alwys written right from a small child and I won prizes at it and the Humanities Prize Of The Year at Hallma High as a mature age student. They were so good that School. They accomodated my needs to be at the business and raising 4 kids. I just had to stay for the class and could go. My English skills carried me through the Human Management and Legal Studies. And the Teacher gave me 10 weeks off English as she couldn't teach me any more.
I wasn't a popular student from the first few weeks as the English Teacher read my essay out in front of the class. I knew I was doomed, people don't like "showoffs", but it was my story so I just ignored the other mature age student I was with. She hated my guts from the essay incident and tried to pretend she wasn't avidly jealous. I passed, she didn't, too bad.
After Lauren died I couldn't write, didn't want to, I knew I would have to write her story at some satge and just the thought of that made my throat ache. I couldn't, wouldn't. Until Dave my brother said go home and write and I eventually did and then the writing beacme my therapy and then my joy. My absolute joy, my passion, my muse. Words have always intruiged me.
So now I can wear anything I am one happy lady, I am happier than I have been in years. Successful people maintain good body weight, health is the first Wealth
Love Janette
