Size Matters

Dress: Anthropologie Arched Careena Dress - Size 6

Shoes: Rocket Dog

Jewelry: The Limited

"Don't judge a book by the size of it's wrists." - Tegan and Sara

Oops! How'd that last picture get in there? Sorry guys, I couldn't help myself. I just felt the need to point out something. You see, it gets really frustrating when people claim that you lie about your size, or that you lie about anything for that matter. I know, I know, the best response is just to ignore those people and move on. The important thing is that I know the truth, etc., etc., etc... Ah, screw it, sometimes you just need to blow off a little steam. 

I read this little gem about myself recently:

"What I love is that she posts the sizes of the clothing (because that’s relevant) but not the shoes...Wave that “SMALL” flag all you want, but you look fucking pudgy. We see your poochy belly and your imperfect hips. So, are you sticking your gut out or lying, Small Town Pinocchio?? A medium (or large!) is NOT a crime. But I have worked alongside and been friends an Anthropologie Small for years. I have pictures of her, and I even glanced at them again. No way Small Town is a small!"

I don't consider myself to be an expert on size, or even on fashion for that matter. I just wear what appeals to me and what I deem to fit properly. I've always thought I had a pretty good eye for such things, mainly because I get a lot of positive feedback from others in real life. People are always complimenting me on my outfits and asking me where I got items in my wardrobe. I guess that's why it came as such a shock when I first started getting negative feedback on here. Don't get me wrong, I knew I was opening myself up to a whole new world, far removed from my small town (some would say backwoods) life. However, I didn't expect the level of harsh negativity to which I would be subjected. I mean I get it if someone doesn't like a certain item or outfit, but I've been told that every single thing I wear is horrendous and doesn't fit me right, aka "You don't know how to dress your body." or my personal favorite, "Size up!" I've also been told exactly what I should be wearing to flatter my body, like shift dresses, crisp white blouses, and blazers. (I'm sorry, but can you guys see me in crisp white blouses and blazers? Brooks Brothers here I come!) Now, I'm being told that I'm a flat out liar.

Given all this, it's no wonder I second guess myself all the time now when shopping for clothes. Take this dress, I tried it on in a size 8 and a size 6. I tried the 8 first, but Jerry and 2 SA's all insisted I try on a smaller size because I had a little too much room in it. Once I got on the 6, they all agreed it was the right size, but I was still hesitant. I knew the 6 was the right choice, but all the things I've read about myself online were in my head, messing with me. It's funny because before all this, before the blog and the snark sites, I hardly ever thought about size. I mean, I'm not gonna lie, it was nice when I fit into a smaller size. You know, because society has trained us to see that as a good thing. However, I've never once in my life tried to squeeze myself into something that was clearly too small for me for the sake of a size number. Comfort and appearance have and will always trump size number for me. This is why it's so frustrating when people say I lie about my size.

So, let's settle this matter once and for all, shall we? I'm not going around waving my small flag. I post the size of my clothing to help people decide what size they might wear themselves, especially those who don't have access to a store. I don't post the size of my shoes, because I figure most people don't need help figuring out what size shoe they wear. I don't care if I'm a size 6 or a size 16. I am not defined by a size. I'm a special snowflake fucked up in my own special way. I don't come with a label. However, my cloths do, so I truthfully provide the size number that resides on that label. It's as simple as that. I'm not trying to pull a fast one on the Internets, and I can prove it. I know how some of the haters like to zoom in on my pictures and stare at my crotch, my ass, street signs, etc. So, I got a little treat for them. They can zoom on in on that last photo up there. They can flip it around, analyze it, read it, and weep. So sorry, so fat, so size 6!