I hate clothes shopping. When it comes to my list of Failures at Being a Woman, this probably ranks at number one. I loathe shopping for clothes so much that I will literally put it off for a year or more, continuously coming up with new excuses not to go. Even when I've mustered up the strength to go to the mall, I usually only last an hour or so before giving up and leaving.
Why the hatred? To me it's just one big trip into poor body image land. Even when I was younger I hated it. I was 5'9" at age 11, and let me tell you, no pants fit freakishly tall girls. Even "long" juniors pants were too short, and grown-up jeans looked like clown pants on my hips since I hadn't filled out yet - a 11 year old girl look more like a ruler than an hour glass. Thankfully I've since developed a womanly figure, and finding pants isn't such a problem.
But if it's not one thing, it's another: now I have boobs. I know, I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, right? But finding clothes as a D cup is a pain the ass. One, it happened fairly suddenly so I had to get a new wardrobe - five years as a B, then wham! D cup. Old shirts don't fit, at least not comfortably. And you'd think in a country where the average cup size is a C that I wouldn't have such issues, but I feel like Goldilocks. Mediums are too small, with it fitting around my abdomen but my boobs feeling like they're going to explode out ala Superman or the Hulk (or literally doing so if it's a button up shirt)*. Larges fit my chest, but are like a tent around the rest of my body. Is it so much to ask for clothing for curvy girls? You'd think that in a society which is obsessed with big boobs, we'd give them a little more respect.
Even though these seem like fairly practical gripes, I'll admit most of my aversion is irrational. Not being able to find clothes that fit makes me feel inadequate. I can look in the mirror and feel attractive, I can have others tell me I'm attractive**, but the moment I'm in that changing room, society's opinion is weighing in. I know it's stupid to care about the standards of the fashion industry or just society in general, but it's hard when you're immersed in it. I'm below the average weight and pant size of an American woman, yet if you use models and actresses (women we constantly see) as a standard I look like a freaking elephant.
The worst part is that if something seems fashionable, trendy, or cute, I feel like I'm not allowed to wear it. I feel self conscious wearing nice things because it seems totally out of character for me, like I'm only supposed to wear boring things that will just make me blend into the background. I'm not sure if I can even explain the feeling other than "You're not one of those pretty girly girls, so just throw on a t shirt and jeans." The idea of getting dolled up for a night out - doing something other than just brushing my hair, putting on any makeup, donning a cute little dress - is just absolutely alien to me. I'm not judging women who do do that - I just feel like I missed out on the Woman Card that gave me clearance to do such things.
Are there others who feel this way, or am unique in my insanity? I hate being so irrational about my appearance mainly because I know it's irrational. That's the hard part about being a skeptic. It's one thing to believe stupid things, but it really stings to know you're being stupid.
*And the fanboys chant, "Go with the mediums!"
**The point of this post is not to get pity compliments. Please do not regale me with "Well I think you're hot"s to make me feel better. Just pondering this line of thinking.