Vanity sizing- I’m sure we all know what it is, but if you don’t, then here’s what’s up: Companies love to make clothes in a certain size and then call it a smaller size than it really is to appease their consumers and make them feel better about their bodies.
I used to take so much comfort in vanity sizing and how it made me feel “not that fat” and able to shop in straight size stores with my friends and pretend I was all fine and dandy when- spoiler alert- I was literally obese and close to a size 18; I thought my metabolism was just SLOW and it wasn’t my FAULT, OK? Look, I can fit into this obscenely oversized sweater in a size M/L and it’s not even suffocating my internal organs yet so I’m basically a size medium. It just fed my delusion that I “wasn’t that fat” and it was clearly everyone else who was wrong.
Now I AM a straight size, bordering on “average” or “normal” (my mother would be so proud), and I can shop in straight size stores and find things that I like and that fit well and it’s all so easy now that I’ve lost some weight, right?
NOPE!
F@&!ing vanity sizing, man. I own a measuring tape, OK, I know my measurements. I know what size I should be. Why is it STILL so hard to find clothes that fit? Why can I look at a piece, read a clear-cut size guide that could have been designed for blind monkeys with a list of measurements that my 3 year old nephew could probably figure out (bless him), pick what should be my size, and then end up swimming in it because it’s way bigger than it should be? Who is that supposed to help?
Why am I ordering jeans that I end up exchanging for a size 4 inches smaller than what I really am when the whole point of labelling them with a waist measurement is to make it easy to grab your size? Why do I instinctively order everything in a size medium when every guide (including the guide deep down in my heart), tells me I should belong in a size large, only to find out that a medium is a perfect fit? Seriously, what is the point? This doesn’t make me feel better about my body anymore; it makes me feel like an idiot with a weird shopping-fear-complex who can’t figure out how to dress herself because nothing so simple should be made this complicated.
Ugh, f@&k your vanity sizing, man. I just want to have a shopping experience that isn’t a bloody twice-a-year quest and that doesn’t end 4 and a half hours later with me stress crying in the bathroom and ordering takeout on my phone to comfort myself after the trauma.
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