Size matters ? ? ?

Which is it? Does size matter or does it not? I don't mean my physical size, my actual body. For me, in that respect, there's no question that size absolutely matters. I want to be smaller, for both health and ascetics. I'm talking about the number on the wee label, sewen into my clothes. Such a small, seemingly innocuous thing.

I read an article recently that suggested sizing is a marketing ploy. I can only agree. What better way to make me buy something than to tell me it's a sixteen, when I should be an eighteen? Of course that will make me feel good. I'm just that stupid and gullible. But it's no way to live. I should just realize that so long as my clothes fit well, and are comfortable, the number on the label is immaterial. It's not as if anyone can see it! I wish I could be that sanguine.

Someone very wise in my FB group suggested cutting the labels out. Such a good idea!

So it's terrible when I try on something in what I consider a good size, and it doesn't fit. I feel depressed and can be in a bad mood for the rest of the day. I don't know why I do it to myself because I know that sizing is worse than useless. It's almost arbitrary and there's certainly on consistency from brand to brand, shop to shop, or even sometimes within the same shop! I mean, you can't even relay on all the jeans within a shop's own brand being the same. That's truly the height of ridiculousness!

Then again, what about when the boot's on the other foot? When I try on something and it does fit? And that's where today's thoughts have sprung from. I was getting dressed this morning and there was something about the fit of my size eighteen jeans that made me think I should try on the size sixteens that I dug out a couple of months ago. I last wore them about three years ago, and finally had to give up on them and put them away as I got gradually larger. There are a couple of pairs of fourteens for me to aspire to as well. I was very pleased to find that they fit me. They fastened up with no problem! I wouldn't want to wear them with a clingy top just yet. I've got a helluva muffin top going on above the waist band. But I don't care! They genuinely fit!!! Soooooo happy.

And that's my point! I know sizes are a piece of crap. But I still care! Ah well, at least I'm happy with the situation today. Actually, you couldn't anger me today if you tried :-) Believe me, I've been on the other side of this coin too many times not to appreciate this feeling.