Don't Tell Me I Can't......Look Better In My 40s!

Andrea Fisher has finally found her confidence

- Emma Rossiter

Rifling through my wardrobe, searching for the perfect piece to wear, I finally slip into my new leather skirt. A fitted mini isn’t something I ever thought I’d be wearing at 42, but as I look in the mirror, I have to give myself credit – I look better than I have in decades!

Throughout my 20s I was a size 16. I was always trying to slim, but I loved crisps and cakes and didn’t have the willpower to cut back. Instead, desperate to hide my figure, I’d cover up in baggy clothes. By the time I was in my 30s, things weren’t any better. In fact, I’d gained even more weight, creeping up to 12st. My size 16 jeans were too small, but I’d struggle into them anyway. I must have looked awful – the seams were bulging. But in my head, if I didn’t buy a size up, I could keep telling myself I wasn’t getting any bigger.