As I did yet another load of laundry, something a very dear friend said came to mind as shoved the different sizes of jeans for each family member in the dryer. It was really just an observation about how men handle the shopping experience when they've gone up a size.
Now, this doesn't apply to all men, of course, but let’s just go with “most” men to make the blogging magic happen. So, if a man were to try on a pair of pants in oh, I don’t know a size 30 and they don't fit – do you know what they do? They get a size 32!
They're all, “Eh, these don’t fit. Guess I’ll have to get at larger pair.”
What does the woman do when she tries on a size 8 and it doesn't fit? She tries on another size 8. . . in every style and brand of jeans until she finds one that slides smoothly over her child-bearing hips and buttons securely without having to lean back over the chair in the fitting room. That, dear readers, is what a woman does.
It goes something like, “What the hell? These pants are running small now?”
Now, to be fair, the various brands of clothing do have different views on what a size 6 is or even a size 12. To prove my point, I’ll gladly offer that I have a pair of size 8 jeans, as well as a size 6 that I wear interchangeably - without the whole sucking in of the stomach. I also learned from the very same friend that when you shop, don’t routinely avoid the small if you’re a medium, or even the large.
I volunteer at a fabulous thrift shop called Transitions and know firsthand that my medium size frame fits swimmingly well in small, sometimes. I can’t say that venturing into the large is good for the psyche, but honestly, I’ve found some fantastic tops there too.
Let’s also address the “I’ll buy this fabulous outfit now and just lose some weight” scenario. Really? Can you honestly say that with any frequency you actually lose the weight and SHAZAM, perfect fit? Or, do you have a collection of clothing, with the tags dangling, sitting in the corner, reminding you every single day that all ya gotta do is stop eating. . .for a week? We ALL have that pile and if you don't - well, then you're a liar. Just keeping it real, yo.
I’m by no means saying that we women need to be more like men, heaven forbid. But, what if we just own up to the fact we aren't the size we thought we were anymore?
Ha! Girl, I’m just kidding! You get those tight shorts, they’ll totally fit next weekend.
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