Egads.
So I've been wondering, lately, why it is that if all my jeans are the same size, and the same cut, from the same store, one pair fits better than the others. And by "fits better" I mean sufficiently better that I'd rather keep washing and wearing these jeans than switch off with others. Seriously.
This morning, I happened to look at the tag. They're not the same size at all. Same cut, same store...but one size down.
The "Manda's Shrinkage" count is now at four pant sizes since I got married. This wouldn't frustrate me nearly as much if I weren't a) political about my size and shape, b) too poor to buy more clothes, and c) disappearing without any effort on my part. Yep, I think I may have to turn in my woman card.
On the other hand, I have to admit to liking the way I'm reshaping: getting more and more hourglassy works for me. I've always held a balance of sorts -- often one of the guys, but always 100% woman -- and I like it that way. I suspect, somewhere in the back of my mind, that if my physical presence were becoming less hyperfeminine, I might feel like I had to be more consistently girly to make up for it...and ain't NOBODY taking my power tools away!
To summarize: still soft and curvy = good. Somewhat annoyed at the threat to my wardrobe, or at least its wearability. Also, ongoingly surprised at how much muscle I'm packing under all that padding, and really really liking that part.
This morning, I happened to look at the tag. They're not the same size at all. Same cut, same store...but one size down.
The "Manda's Shrinkage" count is now at four pant sizes since I got married. This wouldn't frustrate me nearly as much if I weren't a) political about my size and shape, b) too poor to buy more clothes, and c) disappearing without any effort on my part. Yep, I think I may have to turn in my woman card.
On the other hand, I have to admit to liking the way I'm reshaping: getting more and more hourglassy works for me. I've always held a balance of sorts -- often one of the guys, but always 100% woman -- and I like it that way. I suspect, somewhere in the back of my mind, that if my physical presence were becoming less hyperfeminine, I might feel like I had to be more consistently girly to make up for it...and ain't NOBODY taking my power tools away!
To summarize: still soft and curvy = good. Somewhat annoyed at the threat to my wardrobe, or at least its wearability. Also, ongoingly surprised at how much muscle I'm packing under all that padding, and really really liking that part.