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It Never Gets Easier
Jul. 8th, 2009 09:07 amIt's that time of year again - the most dreaded and horrible season; time for clothes shopping.
About once a year or so, sometimes less often if I'm lucky, I realize that the vast majority of my everyday clothing either no longer fits or has been traumatized by my lifestyle to the point that they're no longer in decent shape. Admittedly, this is at least partially my fault - I usually give up while shopping and buy clothes that only marginally match my shape in the first place. But either way, at this point my work pants are loose enough that patients can climb inside them with me, and I'm down to one pair of jeans that even vaguely fit, and *something* needs to be done about this.
I spent a couple of hours last night trying to remedy the situation, and I have come to the realization that most pieces of clothing in most stores fit almost no one. Short, slender, curvy people? Nope. Tall skinny people? Nope. Medium-height, medium-sized people? Nope. As far as I know, almost none of the women I know have much luck walking into a store and finding pants that fit. This is not quite as reassuring as it maybe should be; mostly it makes me frustrated.
I know that there are things out there that'll fit me - I have at least one pair of pants to prove this. What I need right now is the stick-to-it-iveness to keep on searching until I find more, instead of quitting halfway through and buying stuff that just kind of hangs on my body but at least meets the criteria of 'not naked at work, not torn/stained.' And when I find this Trouser Mecca, I shall share it with my sisterhood, and we shall all rejoice together.
And as a note, whoever decided that Lee should only stock their size 2 jeans in their 'Hi Rise Slenderizing, Control Top Tummy Tuck' cut has clearly climbed the Crazy Tree and fallen out of it onto their head a few too many times.
About once a year or so, sometimes less often if I'm lucky, I realize that the vast majority of my everyday clothing either no longer fits or has been traumatized by my lifestyle to the point that they're no longer in decent shape. Admittedly, this is at least partially my fault - I usually give up while shopping and buy clothes that only marginally match my shape in the first place. But either way, at this point my work pants are loose enough that patients can climb inside them with me, and I'm down to one pair of jeans that even vaguely fit, and *something* needs to be done about this.
I spent a couple of hours last night trying to remedy the situation, and I have come to the realization that most pieces of clothing in most stores fit almost no one. Short, slender, curvy people? Nope. Tall skinny people? Nope. Medium-height, medium-sized people? Nope. As far as I know, almost none of the women I know have much luck walking into a store and finding pants that fit. This is not quite as reassuring as it maybe should be; mostly it makes me frustrated.
I know that there are things out there that'll fit me - I have at least one pair of pants to prove this. What I need right now is the stick-to-it-iveness to keep on searching until I find more, instead of quitting halfway through and buying stuff that just kind of hangs on my body but at least meets the criteria of 'not naked at work, not torn/stained.' And when I find this Trouser Mecca, I shall share it with my sisterhood, and we shall all rejoice together.
And as a note, whoever decided that Lee should only stock their size 2 jeans in their 'Hi Rise Slenderizing, Control Top Tummy Tuck' cut has clearly climbed the Crazy Tree and fallen out of it onto their head a few too many times.
