What is normal these days? They sell a mixture that contains 15% pink slime
and they call it lean ground beef, they put high fructose corn syrup in canned
tomato soup, and when you fly on a plane you have to pay to check your baggage.
These things happen and gradually we just accept them. And now in clothing
sizes who the hell knows what the new Normal
is?
I was dragging my husband with me shopping the other day. If he doesn’t like
something I wear he lets me know it, so I decided he should go with me while I
picked an outfit out, to bypass the insult. We were wandering around the
department store where I was trying to find some new t-shirts. Well that might
seem easy enough but I wanted a shirt that you couldn’t see through, that you
could wash and that came past my belly button so that the top of my ass
wouldn’t show every time I bent down.
My sweet husband picked up a t-shirt and held it up for me, “I like this it
must be about your size.”
Bless his heart he had picked up a small. “A small are you kidding, have you
looked at that shirt.” He held it up and I would have sworn it wouldn’t fit a
young child but I looked around and we were in the women’s department.
“Well how about this one,” he reached for a medium.
“A medium, who do you think I am, Paris Hilton?’
“What do you mean - you aren’t a medium?”
“A medium, I hate to break it to you but for the last five years I have been
an extra large, not a large but an extra large, and god forbid I ever throw it
in the dryer.” I grabbed an extra large shirt and held it up to me.
I could see his confusion. I am 5”5’ and weigh 135 pounds on a good day, 137
on a bad one. A weight that shouldn’t be considered extra large. A weight that
wasn’t considered extra large ten years ago. A weight that is a little below
normal on the height and weight charts. A weight that I worked damn hard to get
to in the last two years. I have lost weight but the funny thing is the more
weight I lose the bigger my clothing size. I know there is something funny going on.
I am convinced that all the clothing manufacturers got together and said.
Hey, how can we make the American woman feel even worse about herself? We can
resize all her clothes. We will base all our measurements on a thirteen year
old girl. And since everything is manufactured abroad the manufacturers can
send anything over here slap any old size on it and save on materials! It
doesn’t mean that the clothes will be cheaper. I keep hoping that since
everything is made in China
this is only a translation problem and XL really means Extra Lucky.
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| The perfect fit, a Grecian Slender Suit! |
But if you won't tell anyone I will let you in on a little secret. I don't
dread buying a bathing suit. Would you like to know how you will never again
have to stand under those unforgiving fluorescent lights in a retail store
fitting room? One of the happiest days of my year is when
The Lands' End
swimsuit catalog arrives. For the last ten years I have ordered all my
bathing suits through the internet. I choose a size larger than my own a 12 instead of a 10, and god
bless, besides a great selection they even have long waisted swimsuits.
No, I don't have any affiliation with the company, and I am not getting a
free swimsuit. But if they happen upon this blog and they are feeling generous
I would love a Slender Suit, holds you in at all the right places, in the Sweetheart
or Grecian style in that pretty rose color I saw in the catalog.
In the meantime, we the American consumer will grit our teeth and swallow a
Zanax every time we have to go to the mall. It just means that if we find
anything that fits we will wear it until the seams dissolve. I don't think it
is as bad in Britain
when my husband and I go to Scotland
to visit his family I always go to Frazer's to buy clothes because I seem to wear an average
size there. As for gifts I never give anyone clothes anymore, I don’t want my
friends to unwrap something labeled XL and get insulted.
Yes, our destruction is complete; the sexy, curvy American woman has been
replaced by a botoxed, bleached, anorexic model. So I give up and surrender and
wait for the day when I become an extra, extra large or extra, extra lucky.
Cara Bertoia is the author of Cruise Quarters - A Novel
About Casinos and Cruise Ships. Her novel is really a travelogue, a narrative,
a romance, a self-help manual for gambling and cruising, and a real-life story
all rolled into one funny, obsessive, and entertaining story of two people
whose separate life journeys meet at a crossroads. Kindle
Fire Dept. says, "This novel is a gem that is nothing short of a vacation
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