By Melissa Mc
As if I hadn’t noticed the clothing industry was playing tricks on me, it has now been confirmed that I’m not really the number that I wear.
I’ve always been a size 12. Sometimes a 14, sometimes a 10, but generally a 12. Always. (With the exception of pregnancy and post-pregnancy, but I figured I wouldn’t have to explain that to you). After the birth of my last child and the accumulated pounds of three pregnancies, I decided last year to rejoin Weight Watchers in an attempt to regain my size 12 stature. Would I like to be a 6 or 8? Sure! But I also know that in order to achieve that size I would have to starve myself, and frankly, it’s not worth it to me.
After successfully shedding 20lbs and fitting into my closet full of size 12 clothes, I decided I should treat myself to a few new items. I don’t like to shop – I’ve been making do with the clothes that I have for awhile, so it had been sometime since I went shopping with a purpose (it was helped by the opening of my favorite dress store last summer, which, thanks to the economy, is now closed). Gosh, was I surprised when all the items I tried on were 6s and 8s! Seriously – my thigh isn’t a 6 or 8 – but according to the tag, I was now a significantly smaller size. Even more startling was when I got home and held my new size 6/8 clothes next to my old size 12s they were exactly the same. Let me tell you, my Mom who is 5’ tall and 98 lbs, has been a size 4 or 6 her whole life and now she is a 0! What size is a Zero? At what point do they introduce integers into clothing sizes? “Ma’am, what size can I get you? – Oh, I need a -2, thank you!”
This led me to ask my husband if his clothes had changed in recent years, he said, “no, I don’t think so.” He has been wearing the same size pants as long as we have been married. Do only women need to by psyched out by their perceived dress size?
And just when clothes are getting BIGGER, have you noticed all the other things that are getting smaller? Ice cream use to come in ½ gallon containers, now they are 1.5 quarts. Laundry detergent is now “concentrated” in smaller bottles. I’m glad I can still get a dozen eggs and a gallon of milk, but I bet some industry dude will start shrinking those too.
Today when I put on my size 8 skirt for church, I sighed and thought, “my dear, you really are a 12 after all.” I knew it all along. But I wish the curtain of Oz hadn’t been pulled on my closet. I think I’m going to start watching Sesame Street again to see what the number of the day is. Unless of course, The Count has been bought out by the clothing industry and the number 11 is really 13.
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