My size at my convenience!

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I opened the Reader and saw this post from a story starter challenge and I could not look away from the image. I googled it. This is a real model, just use the keywords unhealthy skinny models and this one, and others, pop up.

The post referred to above is fictional but it got me thinking about the fashion industry and how manipulative it is to women. 

Sizes seems to change every so many years and pockets changed from normal to halfway there to sowed shut. The disappearance of pant pockets is according to me a conspiracy with the handbag industry to up their sales and to ensure that we remain enslaved. A few designers have not given in and I loyally buy their pants.

There have been shopping sprees where I came home with a variety of sizes that do not make sense until I put the clothes on. I got a XL jacket from Ralph Lauren with a size 2 dress from Gucci. No, I am not rich. I shop at Ross. At the same time, men’s sizes do not seem to changes. Shirt collars haven’t changed in decades. I know that because I don’t get requests for returns.

Internationally, men’s sizes remain fairly stable but again women, we gotta try each piece on because the European 36 might actually not be a US 6 but an 8 and depending on the designer, we might need a 4 or a 10 anyway.

When I look at my wardrobe, I see a department store set-up. I don’t have that much but I kinda have all sizes ranging from 2 to 8 and from small to large. I tell my daughter that this is normal as I don’t want her to get fixated on just one size. Some days we fit perfectly in this piece and the next day, when we are a bit bloated, we go one size up. That’s all good.

I just wish that models reflected us women in reality.

Take cosmetic commercials. Facial moisturizers for seniors are showcased by less than 35 year old models. IF an older model is used, we get the Hamilton Blur effect. Far away shots or unfocussed images do not give me any incentive to try the product. It makes me doubt the quality of the ingredients alone.

But back to the original post and story challenge. It was in the spring of 2010 when I first realized that I could… wait, 2010? I need my journals for that. I’ll get back to you!


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