I’m not petite – let’s just put that out there. At 5’9 flat footed, I’ve never been called small in my life. I’ve always been the girl that was taller than all the boys, that was chosen first for basketball but last for homecoming. And my yo-yoing weight over the years has not helped things much. I’ve been normal, big, slim and pretty much every variation in between. But I have never been a 2. And that has been just find by me.
But after losing some weight recently, I decided to go buy some new capri pants for this warmer weather. So off to the mall I headed yesterday. Now, let me preface this by saying that I tried on my “pre-baby” clothes before I left. And was fairly confident that I was going to be able to get into a 6 – woo hoo! So when I put on the size 6 and it fell down around my ankles, I was more than a little confused. Thinking that somehow I got a pair that was sized incorrectly, I headed back out into the store and picked up some 4’s. Giggling, I’m thinking to myself – WOW – I’m going to fit in a 4! And then they were too lose.
At this point I’m getting pretty confused. The thought has actually crossed my mind that the hubs is playing some mean version of “Pranked” on me and that someone is going to pop out of the dressing room next to me and yell “Hahahaha – made you think you could wear that!” So, I cautiously snuck back out and picked up a 2. At this point, I’m really just thinking OK, this is nuts. I AM NOT A 2! I know I am not a 2. I just left a pair of snug size 6’s on the floor of my closet!
But as I put them on and buttoned that button, I promise the clouds parted and I was basked in sunight as I stood there in all the glory of these size 2 jeans!
So of course I take off for the register. I mean, let’s be honest, these could have been the ugliest pair of pants in the world and they WOULD have been coming home with me because of that little 2 on the label. But then as I was standing in line it hit me. This is what clothing manufacturers want us to do! It’s all part of their master plan! They know that we are going to put on that grossly over sized tiny number and be so ecstatic that it fits on our not small sized rear end that we’re going to run right to the cash register and snap it up!
And, yes, this dummy did! But as I did, I really thought about it and I got kinda mad. I got mad at a society that makes women feel that smaller is better. That if you can squeeze into the smallest size possible, you will feel more attractive. You will be more attractive. When in truth, my brain knows that I’m really wearing a 6 with a 2 stamped onto it. And rationally, there is no denying that slapping a size 2 on a size 6 butt no more truly makes it a size 2 than slapping the word pig on a cow and then expecting it to oink!
I got mad at the stores (and trust me, just because this came from NY and Co, which happens to be like my favorite store ever, it’s not unique to their store – I tried on pants in 4 different stores yesterday to confirm that this is an epidemic) who play on the vulnerability of women like me who long to feel like we are what society deems beautiful. When in truth, society couldn’t care less about the size on a label. But through years of having “beauty” ingrained in our minds from TV and magazines, we have come to think that if we don’t meet some totally insane requirements, we just don’t measure up.
And I got worried. Because if this over-sizing continues, what are the normal people going to wear? Is a whole new size line going to be created using negative numbers so that a 2 becomes plus size? That’s the way it’s looking to me! I mean, if I’m not really that small and I can wear a 2, I’m sure a truly petite person could wrap a 0 around them quite a few times!
So stores listen up! Thank you for flattering us. We really appreciate it. But stop! Please give us back our normal sizing. Because as good as if felt for one fleeting moment, I don’t want to be a 2. I’d rather be completely excited to rock out a true fitting size 6! And honestly, that would be better for my body image than being propelled forward by imaginary sizes that I have no business being in.
Yes, I bought my 2’s. And I will wear them proudly. But I know it’s all an illusion. And while I’ll take that illusion for today, I’d love to be proud of my “real” size tomorrow!