I wanted a new pair of jeans. I hate shopping for clothes. Actually I enjoy shopping for clothes, but lately I’ve been dreading it. Why you may ask? Because everything in stores nowadays are either for the body of a young girl, who also happens to be anorexic or for “ma'ams”. I feel like I don’t really belong in neither of these categories, anyway, not the first one for sure.
Once I got home from my client, I called a girlfriend and asked her to meet me at a mall. I had a mission: to find a pair of nice dark jeans. We first went to the big stores, didn’t find anything of interest so we made our way to the boutiques. They were plenty of jeans to choose from. I knew what I wanted and what I didn’t: skinny legs, très peu pour moi – flair bottom, maybe – light colour and/or ripped, not at that price!
I had a hard time believing that the biggest size in most stores was a size 30; anything above that was barely impossible to find. The last jeans I bought were at least two years ago, and I bought them in the States. You guys, in the States, have bigger sizes than we do for some reasons. Walking from shop to shop I almost felt like I did when I shopped for my wedding dress: I didn’t have the body required for that piece of clothing.
Anybody who goes shopping not feeling full of complexes, sure does come out of there with some, trust me! In one shop, the sales guy was very sweet. He showed me his biggest size, and at that point I was willing to try anything. I went to the cabin, took off my pants to try on these jeans. I put my right leg in, and got stuck at the knee! I kid you not. I walked out of there feeling like my knees were fat! And those were flair! It’s ridiculously sad. He kept showing me different models, way too… too… oh what the hell, too young for me. I even told him he had to realise I was no spring chicken, to which he promptly replied (bless his soul): “Oh come on, you’re not old!” I may not be old, but my spring is getting loose! He was trying to refrain from laughing so hard, I felt sorry for the guy. Anyway, I walked out of there, laughing about it, but sans jeans.
I’m glad I’ve come to terms with my shape (or lack thereof), and do accept myself as I am, ‘cause man! After an evening of shopping like that, I sure needed those fries on the way home! What? I hadn’t had dinner yet.
P.S. I did manage to find a nice pair, which fits me nicely, thank you very much!