When I was in college I worked at a boutique children’s/women’s clothing store in a pretty ritzy Long Island town. Because we sold clothing from many different retailers, the sizing ran across the board in terms of fit. With that, a lot of girls would balk at the size of something they liked, because it was bigger than what they normally wore, and my mantra was the tell them that the size doesn’t matter – all clothing is sized differently and as long as they liked how it fit, it shouldn’t matter.
I repeated this statement over and over again during my time at the clothing store, but until now I never had to say it to myself. I’ve always been thin, and while I wasn’t in the best of shape before I got pregnant, and had gone up a size in recent years, that never bothered me. Post pregnancy caused the issue.
See the (cute) pair of mint green pants in the picture there? Those pants are two to three sizes BIGGER than I normally wear. I got them from Old Navy, and first ordered a size slightly bigger than I used to fit into. I couldn’t even zipper them. They got returned, and I ordered the next two sizes up to see what worked. The next size fit, but I felt like a sausage squeezed into a too small casing. The size up from that? Fit perfectly.
I went from a size two to a size eight in these pants.
Here’s my disclaimer: Yes, I bought these pants a few weeks after having a baby. And the reviews said they ran small. And now, over seven weeks after Sadie’s birth, they fit better than they did when I first purchased them. But I still felt… bad.
There was really no reason for me to feel bad about it. The pants were cute, they looked good on me (so I thought) and I was comfortable in that size. But I can’t lie, it stung a little. I had to go back to my clothing store days and tell myself, as if I was the customer, that the size didn’t matter.
It’s not the size that matters. Size is just a number. (Well in clothing at least! )