Wednesday, 21 September 2016

Body Positive: Why Clothes Sizes Are Bullshit.

I went charity shopping today and something made me smile ... clothes sizes. I have said it before, and I will say it again but clothes sizes are complete and utter bullshit. Most brands have a fit model for each size, but like take me, I have thin legs but a big belly. This means that jeans for me are generally a no go. If I was a fit model, then all the heans would have quite small fitted legs but am massive waistband.

Today I tried on a number of items including but not limited to:

  • A size 14 trench coat that was miles too long and made me look like a flasher.
  • A size 16 river island dress that was so cute but barely covered my crotch
  • A size XL great planes dress that was tight on my boobs (yes my age 12 boy chest)
  • A size 12 H&M dress that fits perfectly
  • A size 16 H&M dress that fits perfectly
Before I started shopping mostly in charity shops I spent a lot of time crying in changing rooms. I remember age 13 buying a dress from MK ONE. It was a short lilac dress with an embroderied butterly on the front and then there was like a mesh floor length train over the top. I remember vivdly having to get it in an age 16 and being distraught. Before that time I would have left it the shop but I loved it so much. I remember my mom cutting out all the labels for me before I would wear it.

I remember how good I felt when after a summer of barely eating because my no good boyfriend had dumped me my size 8 shorts were hanging off me. My dress size at the time meant more to me than anything, and I was living off smoked salmon and pineapple because I was too down to eat.

When i was a slimming world devotee one of my ultimate goals was to be a asize 8/10. It wouldnt matter what weight i was, I just had it in my head that is what I wanted to be. I went on a holiday with Tom (after being in hospital several times, losing 2 and a half stone ... but not making that elusive size 10) I had bought all these bikinis that I was so excited to wear so it put a little dampner on it knowing I hadnt made that size. Luckily, I snapped out of it pretty quick and had a fantastic holiday, but it just bugs me that I put so much emphasis on a dress size!

So that said, I am not looking at dress sizes anymore. I am not getting held up on it. I really have been struggling recently with this as you will see from the lack of outfit pics. Being unwell hasn't helped either, between my IBS and Anxiety just getting out the house has been enough without worrying about wanting to take outfit shots! Anyway I hope to be back in full swing soon (and Frocktober is coming up ... 31 posts)

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  1. I can totally relate to crying in the changing rooms! I don't mind dress sizes anymore, its great to talk about body image and confidence! Great post :) x