Clothes manufacturers started mislabeling clothes ostensibly to make us feel better about ourselves and their companies. But doesn't it make you guys feel worse sometimes?
I went to the mall this morning and saw a fabulous dress that I had no intention of buying but wanted to try anyway to feel pretty--I grabbed an 8 and a 10 off the rack because that's about what I should be given my measurements. Both were too big. I tried a 6--still too big. I had to go down to a
4 to get the bust and waist to finally fit. But instead of being flattered, I was outraged. Since when is 36-28-38 a size 4? I had such beautiful dreams of getting down to my goal weight, sauntering into the department store and twirling around in the fitting room in a size 4 dress--it would have been a great moment in my personal history. But now, if/when that happens, I won't get the joy at all because that 4 may or may not be a
real 4. It will most likely be an 8 just pretending.
It's like I've been training so hard to run an 8 minute mile, and finally do in a timed race only to be told, by the way, they shortened the "mile" by a quarter. I've been cheated of my high