The other day I was trying to find something to wear to work – a task I struggle with on an almost daily basis. As I was looking through my closet, I found a pair a pants and put them on. They fit. Not a big deal, right? Well, it was a big deal because they were two sizes smaller than I was used to wearing. And, I hadn’t worn that particular pair of dress pants in about six to eight months.
I was thrilled. Wait….I was more than thrilled. I was ecstatic beyond belief.
Until the next day when I tried on another pair of dress pants in that particular size and there was no way in the world I was going to get them zipped or buttoned. I was deflated. Kind of, but not really. I am starting to realize that the number on the tag doesn’t really mean a whole lot. Seriously.
Right now, I can wear three different size pants. In jeans, I can wear one size – the biggest of them all. In a certain brand of dress pants, I can wear another size – the smallest of the three. But in other pants, both jeans and dress pants, depending on the brand, I can wear the size that’s right in the middle.
How’s a girl – okay, a woman – supposed to feel good about herself and about losing nearly 20 pounds when the size of her pants fluctuates between three sizes! Aargh!
And why is it that men can wear the same size pants – for example a 36 – no matter if they are jeans, dress pants or sweats, and whether or not they are Calvin Klein, Lee, Ralph Lauren, Levi’s, Gap, Nautica, Old Navy or even Wranglers. It’s so not fair.