My roomie wanted to go shopping today. I tagged along with her to the mall, contemplating buying a jacket or a lightweight coat, as I managed to leave my coat in Middle Tennessee and Memphis is experiencing a cold snap.
As usual, shopping for clothing put me in a bad mood.
We went to Aeropostale first. I like a lot of the clothing in Aeropostale. The look appeals to me: not frilly, simple lines, basic clothing. In fact, as I walk in, I see a denim jacket that I like. When I note that the top jacket, which from a distance I would have pegged for an extra-small, is actually a medium, my heart falls a bit. But I flip through the rack until I find an extra-large. (When stores have clothing that fits me, I alternate between large and extra-large, occassionally a medium.) The extra-large, of course, is just a bit too small on my large shoulders. Oh well, by this point I'm used to clothing from stores and departments aimed at my age group not fitting me. (By the way, I find it ironic that a clothing brand called Self-Esteem doesn't make shirts that will fit me.) I see a couple of shirts that I like in the girl's section, but a quick holding up of the shirt to my shoulders indicates that a correct fit is not to be found in the store. While my roomie is trying on some pants and shirts that she found I did a quick survey of the jeans section. Most of the jeans in the store were between sizes 0-5. I located about four, maybe five pairs of 11/12 jeans and a grand total of two pairs of pants in the 13/14 size. I spared myself the pain of bothering to try on the 11/12s that were in a style and wash I liked (I'm a twelve in some brands). I doubt they would have fit me. The 13/14s were in a hideously light wash. My suspicions that Aeropostale was being paid off by whoever profits from driving girls who like me are caught between regular and plus sizes to thoughts of becoming a nudist confirmed, I became bored and wandared to the boys side of the store.
I regretted my decision to stop wearing mens clothing. Boys clothing appeals to me for some reason. I have a tendency to go shopping for my little brother and come home with clothing for me. Plaid shirts, baggy cargo pants, proportions that aren't overwhelmed by a large bone structure, (for those of you hearing excuses, I did order a larger class ring than the marjority of the guys in my class), plaid shirts again, boys have all the good clothing. The comfortable clothing, the clothing I like. I looked with longing at the cargo pants hanging on the wall. So many pockets. I love pockets! And there would be pants that would fit me. Not a fashionable fit, of course, but they would fit. 34x34 or maybe even a 32x34. (It's been a while since I bought boys jeans. My last, beloved pair, beautifully broken in pair became capris over the summer.) Futhermore, why do manufacturers give boys a more logical and consistent sizing system? I overcame temptation. But then the plaid shirts began to call my name. They were such a pretty blue. A good blue for me. And I don't have to worry about the fitting being designed for breasts larger than mine! But again, I preserved.
And I don't know why I did. Because I really liked those pants.
So, I don't understand a couple of things. First, why in god's name can't the fashion industry manufacture jeans for slightly larger girls? (I'm always finding lots of tiny jeans 0-7 and lots of larger jeans 16-24. This suggests to me that either the gods of clothing hate me, or there are a lot of young women out there who share a body size with me 11-14ish and consistently beat me to the stores.) Secondly, why do guys get the decent clothes? Damn binary gender construction! Futhermore, why did I decide to stop wearing boys clothing?
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