For me, I have had to throw out all my extra-small clothes because they don't fit (except for the special ones that were made from scratch). Some things still fit but "not the way they used to", and I can't wear too many layers without looking bulky as opposed to clothes "hanging" off of me. My mom does not understand why I won't wear some of my old clothes. Oftentimes, they bring back sad memories.
Shopping is literally the hardest thing in the world. First of all, I am not an impulsive shopper and I take a million years to decide on what to buy for everything ever. Second, the numbers throw me off because every store is different, yadda yadda. I look at smaller sizes in hopes that I will fit into them again, but I get anxious to try them on because I know they won't fit. I usually leave the store empty.
Sometimes I opt for the largest sizes; not only do I want to hide my body, but I do not want to know what my "real size" is, and what fits my shape best. Financially, things aren't easy because I am a university student. My tastes become more and more expensive, yet I refuse to wear most "normal, mass produced" clothing from major retail chains in fear of "looking like everybody else" (yet originality is dead). Those never fit right anyway.
I have less of a passion for fashion as I once did. My mom is a designer/tailor; fashion and expression through image has always been in my life. Most of my clothes have been hand made or altered. Sometimes I think I am fooling myself by looking at Vogue and dreaming about fabulous dresses. I'd much rather wear sweat pants and a zip up hoodie instead of dressing fancy or just NORMALLY most of the time.