I confess, I’m Addicted to Sweatpants

confessThe first step in recovery is admitting you have a problem, so here it goes; I am addicted to sweatpants.  Not all kinds of sweatpants.  No.  Just the two pair of sweats that I bought at Victoria’s Secret years ago.  Both are grey, just different shades.  One pair even has a small hole in them (the location of said hole will remain undisclosed), yet I continue to wear them.

I wear sweatpants ALL the time.  Well, not at work because they are prohibited in the dress code, but when I arrive home from work, the second thing I do is march upstairs, strip off my monkey suit (i.e. work clothes) and slip into my oh-so-comfy sweatpants.  Nothing can replace my sweatpants, and the relaxation and coziness they bring me.

Now, I know that I should dress a bit differently so that I’m more attractive to my husband, even when I’m lounging around the house, but honestly, my need for being attractive is far less than my need for feeling calm and comfortable.  I have a serious relationship with my sweatpants, and I’m not afraid to admit it.

Why you ask?

  1. They don’t cling to my thighs, and constrict my movement.
  2. My stress level drops when I wear them.
  3. I feel like I’ve entered a safe zone when I put them on.
  4. They make me happy.

I read an article on GoodTherapy.org that claimed “women who are depressed or sad are more likely to wear baggy” clothes.  Whether that is baggy shirts, jeans, sweatshirts, or sweatpants, it didn’t matter; baggy clothes are an indicator of depression or sadness.  Wrong.

I don’t suffer from depression or sadness, unless something has happened in my life that makes me feel sad.  What I mean is, I don’t experience long bouts of depression or sadness.  And it’s not that I don’t want to put effort into my home attire, I simply would rather not walk around in tight clothing.  I do enough of that at work.

Then there’s the possible issue of being unattractive to my husband.  To be honest, I’ve never even asked him if me wearing sweatpants all the time leaves something to be desired.  It’s never even crossed my mind to ask.  This lack of concern regarding my sweatpants-wearing-addiction might be because we have a wonderful relationship, but I suppose it would be good to know.  Now that I think of it, even if I had the answer, I’m not 100% sure that it would affect my home wardrobe choice.  Simply put – I’m most satisfied at home in sweatpants, and isn’t that what it’s all about – being comfortable.

Not just being comfortable in what I’m wearing, but happy with who I am.  I am a sweatpants-wearing mother and wife.  That’s the true skinny of it, and I’m not afraid to admit it.

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