If you ever want to feel really horrible about yourself just go clothes shopping....after giving birth seven months ago....while being on your period....and after gaining three extra pounds on top of the ten you already had leftover after you gave birth. It will break you people.
Hubby suggested we go clothes shopping because he is the greatest Hubby in the world and also because I have two pants and two shirts that I alternate if I'm not at work in my work clothes. I was really looking forward to it. I was foolishly excited to match some clothes and buy some cute outfits and heck maybe an accessory or two.
So there we were about two minutes from home and I was practically skipping into the Cato's Clothing Store. Before you could say hello good lookin' I had a bunch of clothes and was trying them on. They fit, but they just didn't look right. One make my boobs look like they were trying to escape ( which is a magic trick ok...if you get what I'm sayin') and the others just highlighted some non-flattering areas. With a heavy sigh I put the clothes back and we headed over to Wal-Mart right next door.
There wasn't anything I wanted to try on. I was already wearing their jeans and none of their shirts jumped out at me so we decided to take this goat rodeo about thirty minutes down the road to Marshalls. I LOVE marshalls and TJMAXX ok...I really do, but when we went there was NOTHING even close to my sizes that was flattering. I started to wonder what type of crazy person decided that huge layers of fabric and wide angles would be a flattering choice for clothing. It was pretty horrible and I started to get a little down about the whole thing. Cheery Hubby however suggested we go to the mall right across the road.
I found some clothes that I immediately wanted to try on at JC Penny but when I actually put them on I would have needed the next size up which of course they did not have and when I did find something that actually fit it made me look huge, or maybe made my hugeness stick out...either way I wasn't about to pay forty bucks for it. After trying a few more stores and clothes that were too small or just didn't look right...I swear a skinny saleslady snickered when I asked to try on some shirts at one store.... we headed back to the car where I started crying.
Hubby was just sitting there unsure about what to say or do and when he suggested that maybe we go to the other mall which has more stores I started wailing that I was just too fat for everything and deserved to just wear two shirts. Hubby being the saint he is headed to the other mall.
My sister met us there, which by the way was another twenty minutes from the first mall. I headed to a few more stores and had the exact same results as the first. We then walked into Charlotte Russe where I found one glorious shirt that actually fit. I was ecstatic. I gathered a few more up and happily walked to the dressing room only to find out that because it was six, which apparently was when they closed that I could not try the clothes on. I think the women literally heard my heart fall to the floor.
I numbly put the other clothes down and paid for my one shirt. I cried all the way to the car. I had no idea that they closed early that day and I had so many shirts that could have fit, and they were just right there but I couldn't take the chance of them not fitting so there I was....with one shirt. My sister then suggested Target and I started crying like a baby mumbling about being too fat, and why bother.
Hubby and sis basically dragged me into Target and I grabbed two shirts not even having the hope that they would fit and miraculously......they friggen fit. I almost did jazz hands coming out of that dressing room. The sky was suddenly brighter, the air suddenly crisper, the world suddenly so much better. I ended up with a total of six amazing and fabulous shirts from Target.
It got me thinking, there are stores catering to skinny chicks, there are stores catering to curvy chicks but where are the stores for women who have just a little chunk on them? Where are those stores? Why can't there be a store for new moms who haven't shed the baby weight and are still in maternity pants ( don't you judge me) but who are too big for the small stores and too small for the big stores?? It's a crying shame people. It's just amazing how you feel pretty good about yourself then you go try on clothes and suddenly you're vowing to go jogging every morning for the rest of your life ( yeah right...)
Anyways....if you were too lazy to read the whole story it's basically this....I need someone to create a " short, stocky, and sexy" store for women out there like me. I would also accept " Hot Mama" as a store name. Serve coffee and have good lighting, cheap prices, oh and a dad bench....and a play center....wine bar? You get my point. Get to it people!
--------- Sorry for the HUGE ( I originally typed humungous but it didn't look right in all caps) post, but I am leaving EARLY in the a.m. day after tomorrow so this may be my last post for a while. Please don't forget about me. I love all of your faces...wish me luck ----------------------------