I used to really love body-con dresses. Emphasis on "used to".

These days were, of course, from way back when I was happily single and only really cared about being 'thin' and looking fabulous. Body-con dresses and tight confections were mainstays in my closet, and back then, thought that was the height of my sartorial consciousness. 

Fast forward to the present, where after I fell in love, shared hundreds of home-cooked meals and indulgent dinners out, I now feel like a completely different person. I gained an obscene amount of weight, and promptly felt a lot of my self-esteem to wear these sexy numbers go down the drain. I even sold off a lot of my tight outfits at a particular low point-- I never thought I'd see a tight-fitting dress in my closet ever again, not just with my own confidence demons but also didn't think I'd see a body-con dress again that I would fall madly in love with.