My BFF has been on my case for weeks about getting rid of my old clothes. She finally went through my closet last week and I was left with near nothing - a few pairs of leggings and a dozen tank tops. I had a barbecue, a cocktail party and a trip back home coming up two days later. The brat knew this and did it to force me to buy new clothes. I was really, REALLY annoyed with her.
We headed to the promenade and started at Nordstrom, where I picked up 12s and 10s thinking, at absolute best, I MIGHT squeeze into a 10. As we're browsing, an associate comes over and picks through my choices; she asks if they're for me. I nodded, she looked me up and down and said, "you're an 8, love."
I literally burst out laughing in the middle of the store. Yeah okay lady, even on my best day, there's no way I'm a freaking 8. She handed me a white cocktail dress and said, "humor me." Sure yeah, whatever, this isn't humiliating or anything.
I slipped into it and, to my utter surprise, it fit - in fact, it was maybe even a little too big, because I didn't notice until after I took it back off that it had an invisible zipper up the side.
I'm a freaking size 8!
I promptly bought half the store. But in my defense, I literally had no clothes, so it was totally a necessity


woohoo! That is an awesome story! Congrats on the size 8!!! 