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| Posted on Facebook this morning by Trek Women |
This weekend, I went down to Indy to visit my sister and my mother to celebrate my mom's birthday. It was a lovely weekend, except for one thing. My Mom and my Sis love to shop. I, on the other hand, HATE to shop. More specifically, they LOVE to shop for clothes. I decidedly HATE to shop for clothes.
My sister is a petite size zero. My mother is a true size eight. Me, on the other hand, my size vacillates between a 10 or a 12 or sometimes a petite 10 or a petite 12 or sometimes an extra-large men's. It all depends on the situation. I would much rather mail order a frock from a catalog, try it in the privacy of my own home, be horrified and then return it only to swear not to shop for another six months.
You see, I work out. I have large shoulders from swimming, a pouch for a belly(too much wine drinking) a big ass and thighs from running and biking. Usually nothing fits in the shoulders. If it does fit, then the sleeves are a country mile long. Same situation happens with the pants. Something will fit in the butt and thighs and then the legs will be a country mile long. When I do find things that fit, I wear it for a LONG time. I still have clothes from 1998 that I still wear, which I celebrate as a small victory.
I melted down this weekend in the Nordstorm's changing room. We were shopping for jeans (I don't own a pair of jeans because NONE fit.) This nice lady who was helping me gives me a pair of Jag Jeans to try. Nice jeans, don't get me wrong, but they were, shall we say, HUSKY jeans. For those who were overweight in the 70's, you know what HUSKY means. For those of you who were normal sized it was Sears version of 'plus' size for children. I am still not over the emotional trauma of wearing HUSKY clothes in second grade.
Why can't anyone make nice clothes for active women over 40? I don't want to look like I am 20 with the really short skirts from Title 9 or Athleta. Nor, do I want to wear an Omega on my ass from Lululemon. I would like some nice, tasteful, fitting clothes to wear to work and play.
I am just frustrated. I work out at least 2 hours a day and document every morsel I place in my mouth with my LIVESTRONG app on my iPhone. I have stayed the same weight now for 3 years.
I am tired of blaming myself. I don't know what else to do.
I guess I should take Coco's quote to heart. Fashion is about architecture- I just have the wrong type of architecture to wear fashionable, fitting clothes. It is hard to ignore the "haters"(the fashion designers) who don't make clothes for your body type. It hurts enough to make you cry.
