I went shopping with my 14 year old sister yesterday. First of all, let me say that I am very glad I am not 14 years old. I’m sure the styles were just as outrageous back in…1997?
But wow is it hard to find something stylish that doesn’t reveal everything to the world. But that’s really not the point of this post.
Shopping with my 14 year old sister brought back memories of hundreds of “dressing room wars” between me and my mom. It’s amazing that she ever took me shopping at all. I can’t tell you how many shopping trips ended up with me yelling, crying or throwing clothes. (Although my husband might tell you that still happens on occasion when I’m trying to get ready for work in the morning…)
We were at Plato’s Closet yesterday (BEST place to shop with a teenager, by the way) and a mom and daughter were in the dressing room next to us having a knock down drag out much like I used to initiate with my poor mother. The daughter yelled at her mother for bringing her something in a size Large – “I’M NOT A LARGE!!! I’VE NEVER BEEN A LARGE!!!” The mother, obviously frustrated and fed up, tried her best to assuage the situation but her attempts at explaining that her daughter is just “a little bigger than she used to be” just didn’t fly in the daughter’s mind.
While I admit that clothing sizes still affect me way more than they should, I remember having a paradigm shift in the way I looked at clothes shopping. I think it happened about the time that stores started coming out with “curvy” fit pants. I never have and never will fit into a “regular” fit pair of pants. If they’re big enough to fit over my backside, they have room for another person around the waist. You might remember that from my post about wearing “Mom Jeans.”
I finally realized that maybe I wasn’t “too fat” or “too big” in all the wrong places for a certain piece of clothing. Instead, I started thinking about clothing and the fact that it “wasn’t cut right.”
I know it might sound like a small change in thinking, but it proved to be huge for me. Suddenly the fault of a pair of clothing not fitting fell on an inanimate object of cloth, rather than somehow being a failure of some type on my part. There are thousands of body shapes and sizes out there – it is impossible for every piece of clothing to fit every person perfectly. Absolutely impossible. And just because something is “cut right” for my twig of a friend with no hips, it doesn’t mean that somehow I have fallen short because it doesn’t fit me.
I wish I could go back in time and tell that to my 14 year old self.
But then again, my almost 30 year old self probably needs to hear it every now and then too.
Have you ever engaged in any “dressing room wars”? Or am I the only 14 year old who had regular meltdowns while shopping?