The other day I was out shopping for a couple new pairs of shorts for this summer and within minutes of being in the first store I was feeling pretty freaking bad about myself. I grabbed two styles that I liked, in my “typical” size and in the next size up – because you know – everything fits differently.
I got in the dressing room, tried the first pair on in my “typical” size and I couldn’t even get it over my thighs. So I went for the next size, got it over my thighs this time – barely, while literally sucking the life out of me. Then I squeezed every muscle in that I could, pinched my legs together and did the hole suck in, pull your body close thing and zip and button as fast as you can thing. Which if I’m being totally honest, I do almost everyday.
I got it zipped and buttoned, let out a sigh of relief and guys – this is not even joke, now I’m laughing crying about it, but in that moment I was so sad – THE DANG BUTTON POPPED, RIGHT OFF.
I said screw it at that point, took the other shorts that I hadn’t even tried on, tossed them in a pile and handed them to the girl handling the dressing room. Then I marched up to the cash register – you know to try and be the honest person – paid for the stupid shorts that didn’t even fit because I had broken them, then sat in my car and cried.
Like what? Now that I’ve done what I’m about to share with you, all I can think is holy cow Jess, dramatic much? Like you probably shouldn’t have even tried to squeeze into them in the first place – the moment you had to squeeze your butt cheeks together to zip them up, was the moment you needed to realize you had gone toooooo far.
Anyways, a few days passed and I really thought about this a lot – you know, me in the dressing room, looking like the dang fool that I was. HAHA! When finally I had this thought – why in the world do we even care this much about a stupid size? Most of us are FULLY AWARE that every brand out there runs so different. So why do we let this number control our thoughts and our feelings? I mean, I was literally in freaking tears because of a number – A NUMBER.
So I got up one morning, packed Blake in the car and said, let’s do this, let’s test this out. I went to four different stores, tried on probably 100 things – which I REALLY don’t recommend with a three year old in tow – and guys, I wore no joke, sizes small through large (in shirts and dresses), and size 4 through 14 (in pants) in a matter of two hours.
At every store I tried on a size 6 – to keep some consistency – just to, you know, see how big of a difference it was, here are pictures for you because I feel like that explains it WAY more than anything I can tell you.
I tried on 6 pairs of size 6 jeans and I couldn’t even get 2 of them over my knees (hence the four pictures), whereas one of them fit perfectly and one of them was too big.
I tried a dress on, in a small, medium and large – THE SAME DRESS and weird, it fit, in all the sizes. BUT get this, my point of doing this was – did I buy the small? Nope. That’s where the problem is, before heck yes, I would have bought the small, maybe the medium because hey, that tag says small and that makes me feel good. BUT then I would have been tugging at my clothes all freaking day. I’d sit down and be worried that my “mom belly” was showing because it was too tight around my stomach. I literally would have been SO uncomfortable all day and for what? A LETTER/A NUMBER on a piece of clothing!! So this is where I made the switch, I bought the large and you know what, I wore it the next day and I felt COMFORTABLE all day in it, I didn’t pull at it or readjust, I didn’t put my purse over my lap when I sat down, I actually felt good.
I tried on so many things, so here are some pictures and examples because I think we know that sizes are off, but until we are putting on those pants that are 6 sizes bigger than our other pair, we don’t really realize how we are going to feel about it. Pictured below, all jeans that fit and their sizes – taken maybe an hour apart. That’s a HUGE size range, so it’s no wonder we all have body issues, there’s no consistency at all.
That’s where things need to change. Why does it matter what size we wear? Why force myself into that small dress that fit but didn’t make me feel comfortable. Why did I feel the need to literally squeeze my dang butt cheeks and suck it in so hard to get a size to fit me, while trying on those shorts, that I broke the button? There was no point in that at all, except that I had it so far in my head that I needed to fit into a certain size.