How To Lose Weight By Wearing A Belt
Have you heard about those corset waist training belts?
You tighten and tighten the belt and it makes you waist whittle away all the while squishing your internal organs into odd places.
Some people swear by them. That is how they claim to achieve the golden hip to waist ratio of 0.7.
You know, 36-26-36 which then became 34-24-34.
Yeah.
This post isn’t about those kind of belts.
How To Lose Weight By Wearing A Belt
I’m talking about regular belts. The kind that let people know you still have a waist but you aren’t interested in playing musical chairs with your internal organs.
This outfit is a case of,
“I think I LOVE this look!”
when I see myself in the mirror.
This is what I saw in the mirror before I left the house that morning…
Normal me.
Once I returned from a fruitful day of thrifting I decided to take some photos of my outfit. Upon reviewing the photos I realized that somehow the mirror had outright lied to my face. The outfit added the weight of an entire other person to my frame.
May I introduce you to, “Super Sized Me”.
What the ****!
I hate it when that happens.
Obi belt to the rescue.
I should have belted over top of the sweater coat, it would have looked better but I found it too hot.
It’s still really warm here and the dress is polyester. I didn’t need another meno melt down.
I had hopes of keeping this sweater coat but after seeing that it requires belting on me I don’t think I will.
These are curvy body type issues.
If you have a model’s body type look away. You don’t need help.
Below is another dress that had the same issues.
I tried it without the belt at first but Normal Me threw a temper tantrum and said Super Sized Me was stealing all her sunshine.
The great thing about this oversized wide belt are those extra little pockets.
Perfect for breath mints, a Loonie or one of those little floss sticks. I eat granola bars in the car on my thrifting days instead of stopping for lunch and I’m always getting little chia seeds stuck in-between my teeth.
Zoë insists the pockets are there for pug treats. Who am I to rob her of her dream?
This patchwork dress I rescued was originally from Zara. It reminds me of a Holly Hobbie doll I painted as a kid. Remember those?
I switched out the bonnet for a floppy hat, the practical work boots for some impractical suede boots and added an oversized belt instead of the apron.
I forgot my long bloomers too.
Ah well.
A beltless life is a more comfortable life but forgetting about one’s waist can land you in trouble.
When I was illustrating full time I worked insane hours from home. This was at the same time that I was at chef’s school. I went a couple of years essentially wearing yoga pants and lost my waist entirely. One day I looked in the mirror and it had just… disappeared.
I happened upon a scale while shopping at Costco and in desperation thought it might give me a clue as to wear I’d lost my waist. We didn’t have a home scale at that time. If you haven’t stepped on a scale in over five years do not, I repeat, DO NOT use the one in Costco or any public place for that matter. It ain’t pretty.
At first I thought the scale was broken. I kept getting off and then getting back on. I’d put one toe on it and then make sure it went back to zero. Then I’d get back on again. It was still wrong! Nothing changed that insane number which was clearly someone Punking me! This is when that phrase “Reality Bites” up and slapped me upside the head. Thirty five pounds had crept onto my body when I wasn’t looking. It sat right where my waist used to be. That was not a fun moment my friends. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve heard of someone having a mental breakdown at Costco. Needless to say I don’t think I bought many groceries that day.
How did I actually find my waist again? The old fashioned way, exercise and deciding that I probably shouldn’t bake every day. At one point in time during my chef’s school I remember having the choice of five different desserts to choose from in my fridge at home. I had to remember we were just a couple and not a restaurant.
But I digress. Belts are a necessary evil for me. They remind me where my waist should be and keep me in check. They ensure the Normal Me is still the reflection I see in the mirror and camera.
Are you a fan of belts? Do you find that they help define your shape? Or have you moved past caring?
Linking up with the lovely Patti over at Visible Monday.
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Comfort And Style Can Coexist Never Say Never
I am normally a stickler for tailored clothing. I want my clothes look like they fit my body, at the very least at my waist if no where else. I don’t want to look like my body is hiding in bolts of oddly draped fabric creating new or bigger curves and bumps.
So then why did I fall for this vintage Joseph Ribkoff dress?
It’s black.
(boring!)
It has lots of extra draped fabric.
(adding an extra three-banana-split-daily-habit-washed-down-with-chocolate-cake-and-cookies in visual weight)
Why would anyone other than a person with a model’s physique (aka Melanie) try to wear such a piece?
Two reasons…it’s comfortable and it’s stylish.
Comfort And Style Can Coexist
I wore this outfit out last week but changed up the boots to red and felt rather chic despite the fact that this would not be described as figure flattering.
What’s working?
The matte black fools the eyes, diguising what is convex or concave.
The cut of the dress and the tone on tone textures create visual interest.
The dress is rather heavy so the volume created on the lower half hangs down rather than out.
The fabric is quite bouncy and actually jumps as I move.
The dress doesn’t do my body any favours then again it doesn’t do it a disservice either.
This may be more of “women dressing for women”.
Style is fluid it changes with our bodies and minds.
The willingness to try out new things and challenge my preconceived ideas keeps my style choices flowing and growing.
Well, that and thrifting which is the single most creative compelling force in my wardrobe and Etsy shop.
Oh the treasures one finds!
I’ve had a bit of a run lately with black dresses in my Etsy store which is odd since in the past I used to skip right over the black sections. Now I take the time to go through them and have been pleasantly surprised by the number of pieces that came home with me.
A black dress acts like a blank canvas.
I can show off some the jewellery I’ve made by hand or funky patterned boots.
Added bonus, this dress is streamlining my workload.
When in the fitting rooms I just pull it off over my head, no zippers or buttons slowing down my shopping progress. I can change faster than a speeding bullet in this thing!
When I thrift I am focused and determined. I cover lots of stores so anything that can speed up the process is welcome.
The willingness to experiment with our own personal clothing choices is an opportunity to discover new pieces of ourselves, to see ourselves with fresh eyes.
The creative possibilities are endless as long as our minds remain open.
If there is one thing I’ve learned in my fifty one years on this earth it is,
“Never say never”.
Are you a woman that dresses for other women?
Or you do dress for yourself?
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