Just shoot me now, would you?
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
I have a credit from Eddie Bauer (my “reward” for the shopping I did last Fall), and I decided that since none of my clothing is fitting correctly, I should buy a pair of jeans that fit me, as I am right now.
The 12 wouldn’t. even. zip. up.
The 14 *just* fit.
Whose body is this?
The 14, honestly, did look good, even though I’d have to shorten the hem by a few inches. They were from the 1/2-off rack, so only $20. With my credit, they’d cost me less than $2. I can hang with that, even for a pair of jeans that are a freaking. size. fourteen.
I got to the register, to discover that (unlike at REI), handing over my membership card wasn’t sufficient to use my credit. The jeans stayed behind, and we left. Oh, and the clothes that I bought in the fall that all looked so fabulous on me? Sizes 8, 10, and 12…and I can barely put a pinkie toe in them.
I’m pissed. More accurately, I’m depressed — angry, turned inward. Again, whose body is this, anyway?
I will be measuring tomorrow.
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