By Cammeca Cookhorn, - Contributor A COUPLE years ago I could not remotely relate to women who hide their age and undermine their dress sizes. I used to wrestle with the notion of how women could want to appear skinnier, while I was on a quest to increase my rear and thighs.
Alas, my prayers have been answered and I don't necessarily like it. Now I understand what my mother was talking about when she said 'be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it.'
I don't mean to mislead anybody, I am not old or obese, it was only recently that I could legally buy booze in America. So I am wondering why I am fighting the battle of the bulges already when I had my teenage confidence. This consciousness stayed with me until a couple weeks ago when I went shopping.
That day I had a shocking revelation. It was revealed to me that I was no longer slim. I was forced to glance on hangers that carry medium and large clothes.
I picked up small tops and pants, and oh, a small skirt. Upon reaching the cashier, I had inkling to fit the pieces just in case I may need to ask for extra small. But to my demise, the sleeve of the blouse was tight, so I rebuked Tommy Hilfiger for his stinginess with the linen. Then along came the small skirt that could not pass my hips. To be precise, I struggled to get it pass my knee. So I hollered for a medium and to my surprise I had to move heaven and earth to zip it up. Now I started to get mad or probably sad because they did not fit. My entire world lost its axis because I was forced to consider the undesirable.
The store clerk thought she could help by hollering for a large. She paused and asked who was going to wear the large skirt? I went on to tell her that I am a small or preferably an extra small. So how dare you assume that I am fat? Admittedly, I got a tad emotional, my ego got the best of me, and I told her to give me the medium. I paid for the skirt and went home, wondering if the tags are on correctly.
In my quest to defend my weight and to prove that the designers made a mistake, I got my friend who was supposedly my size to try the outfits. Sadly, the skirt swaged on her. Unfortunately, that was not the proof I needed. I wanted to be reassured that I was still a small. At that point I weighed, but the weight that the scale showed, did not mean anything, I only wanted to wear the small skirt. Then it would matter not if the scale said 180 as opposed to 108. All I wanted was to fit in the skirt.
Anyway, the moral behind my lengthy ordeal is that with age comes maturity and a little extra pounds. But that does not necessarily mean that you are any less attractive. In my situation, I have referred to as being slender and slim, and I never even realised that I was bigger until I tried the skirt.
If you find yourself in a situation like mine, simply remove the medium tag and replace it with a small one, that way you will maintain your sanity.
