Day Three Hundred and Fifty Four!!!!!!!

Plus Size Clothing


The biggest size that I have ever been is a 22 (24 on a bad day). Just when I thought I had gotten myself down to a size 16 my mom buys me a pair of shorts (out of the kindness of her heart) and they are a size 18. At first I feel bad because I think that I am going to put them on and they are going to be too big. I put on the shorts and they fit just right. Unfortunately for my poor mother this put me in a horrible mood. I even measured myself to see what size I am according to the internet, and to my surprise the internet says I am a size 14. 


What. The. Hell.


Needless to say, store sizes frustrate the hell out of me. One minute I’m a size 14 and the next I’m shot right up to a size 18 in the matter of walking from one rack to the next. I find I still go to plus size clothing stores because I feel like even though I should technically fit into anything at the regular store, I just don’t. Plus size clothes confuse me as well however, I bought the first pair of short shorts that I have ever owned. I have worn them several times (mostly around the house and the pool) but the material has already worn out. The elastic that I am assuming is woven into the material has broken in the front, making a puckering effect that is not flattering whatsoever. 


I am always frustrated at the lack of quality of plus size clothing, especially for the price that they are sold at. The cut is always in a “this is what a ‘woman’ shape is” sort of cut. So what do I recommend? Make your own clothes. I know! This sounds stupid! But it isn’t, really. I made a dress a while ago that is a size 16, my mother was the only one who could wear it, until now. Not only does it fit, not only is there wiggle room, but I think that I am almost a size smaller than it! All of this is amazing, but to the big brands I am still a size 18… or 16…. or maybe 14 on a good day.