Perhaps I need therapy, but I often wonder: Why do some people continue to wear size "small" when their body is yelling, "XXL"? Take it from someone on their way down from the 300-pound mark, at some point you just have to be honest with yourself.
Ladies, please don't wear the bikini that hasn't fit for 20 years. Between gravity, Dunkin' Donuts and the aging process, it is time to go to a one piece. Men, please avoid the scarring of a child's memory innocently building a sand castle on the beach by squeezing into a Speedo swimsuit six sizes too small. They have never been in style, even for skinny guys, with the exception of the Summer Olympics. and I even question the validity of that fashion statement.
Dude, do us all a favor and find a friend who will give you honest appearance feedback. Don't make the same mistake I did by allowing your mother to convince you of the fact that you are "just big-boned" or "a little on the husky side."
It was difficult to summon the courage, but I ultimately told my mom: "No, I do not want another piece of pie, I'm fat and you're trying to kill me." Perhaps I overreacted that particular Thanksgiving dinner, but it had to be said.
On a side note: I love ya, Mom.
Dudettes, don't let that friend, the skinny one who secretly likes going out with you because you make her look skinnier, to convince you that outfit looks great on you. In fact, there is a limit to how far spandex should stretch.
All of us need to find an unbiased friend who gives honest fashion advice, encourages us to give off our butts and get back in shape and supports us when we feel like just giving up and getting a 24-piece platter of wings.