I am a size medium in tops, pretty consistently. Except when I'm not. Sometimes I'm a small (whee!). Sometimes I'm a large (ack!). Sometimes I was an extra large (oh hell no!) and I refused to buy the top, on the grounds that I AM NOT A SIZE EXTRA LARGE. I know, real mature of me. But hey - you try escaping nearly two decades of living in the world of Lane Bryant and then be told by some stupid piece of clothing that you are a size XL? No. Paraphrasing the words of King Henry VIII, "I like it NOT!"
Here's some examples of my tops, all different sizes, and all fit me:
I know I said I'd never buy an XL now, but guess what? The shirt fit and I didn't care what letters were sewn onto the tag!
Seriously, there is something wrong with clothing manufacturers. These are all from the women's department, and except for the maroon (Aggie) t-shirt, which could be made more for the skinny college girls, the cuts should all be the same.
Except for either having to bring a couple of different sizes with me into the dressing room, this is not a big deal anymore. As I'm getting more time with being "normal-sized" under my belt, I'm finally able to let go of being any specific size. Because finally, the sizes don't define me. And I know that they never did, but in my reality, that was a big thing...both the size 24 and the size 6.
Wearing all four sizes. Also? You think maybe I could come up with a different pose?
I am not a size. I am a person who is trying to make peace with her body...and I'm getting there.