I am not a skinny girl. Never have been. Well actually, I was pretty thin when I was in my teens, but that was decades ago, and in reality, I starved myself to stay that thin.
I haven’t been so thin in my adult life. As my husband says, “I am womanly.” In a man’s words, this means “curvy” and “not thin.” Thanks, honey.
I have come to hate shopping. Often I wonder who actually fits into the clothing of today other than self-starved women and super models. That could never be me. I love food way too much.
Living in New York City – the fashion capital of the world – is not easy. There’s always pressure to look good. Some days I can pull it off, and others – honestly I just don’t have the time or the energy. So I settle for what I call a “frump day.” I just hope on those days that I don’t see anyone too important. These days happen several times per month, and when the weather is cold, more often than that.
I avoid certain stores — like Zara. Can anyone wear Zara Woman? Their clothing does not fit me. Well maybe if it was a size extra-large. Call me vain because I am, but I refuse to wear an extra-large. Not going to happen. Sad though, because I love the style. Often with European garments, I’m a large and I’m okay with that. But NOT an extra large. Who in H fits in the smalls? They must be 12-year-olds.
Recently I attempted to try on a Zara dress and I couldn’t get it over my shoulders. It never made it to the boobs, so I know it was not my voluptuous figure fighting. Shoulders??? Really are my shoulders that big and fat? It was only a medium, and I didn’t bother with the large. That might have made it to the boobs, but certainly would have gotten hung up somewhere on the way down. I have boycotted that store permanently because it does nothing for my self-esteem, nor does it improve my wardrobe. ZARA is off my list.
I also find some of the same challenges with couture clothing, as well as ready-to-wear brands like H&M. I think it’s me. My weird out-of-proportion body doesn’t cooperate. And the last thing I want to be is one of “those” women in a pair of pants that is three sizes too small, but thinks they actually fit.
After much deliberation and many sleepless nights, I have found the solution: buy more shoes.