"Choosing trust over doubt gets me burned once in a while, but I'd rather be singed than hardened." -Victoria Monfort










Monday, March 08, 2010

Huge is just a number...

I know what it feels like when someone complains about being fat and they are smaller than you, and your like, omg that means I must be HUGE. Since I've been there, I can complain about my little situation.

Being in a wedding is fun. You get to be there for the bride, your friend through all her important moments. The nerves, the parties, making the favors, cleaning up messes....going in on a stripper....

You also sign on for the dress. The uber expensive dress you'll never wear again. (although, I am STILL holding out on having a "PROM" night where we all wear said dresses and rent a limo and do things you couldnt do on prom night, like drink legal, and take a boy home to YOUR OWN place)

This weekend I went with my fellow bridesmaids to be to be measured for a friends Fall wedding. While it isn't a fun experience go get semi naked and have a twig of a girl seem to struggle to measure your gozangas, its what you sign up for when you say yes to being in a wedding. What I didn't expect, was the following.

The dress size.

I know it's just a number. But I'm not ashamed to say that after all my hard work and eating pretty much what I want every day, I am a size 12/14. I would like to be an 8/10 but for now, I'm happy with that. So I know dresses run small, I went in fully prepared to have to order a 16 or an 18. What do you suppose my dress size was?

24

Um, before I lost 70lbs, I wore a size 18. I was never a 24. Nothing wrong with being a 24, except that if you are a 24 and went to this bridal shop, youd have to order a dress size 48.

The worst part is that I have to pay $30 extra for more material. Like, I'm some heffer that has to have a tent sewn for her. Extra material? I shop in a regular store, I'm not in the tent and tall store or anything. What is gonna tick me off is having to have it taken in 10 sizes and pay another 50 bucks. I'm on a mission to find a cheap seamstress. If not, I'll pawn it off on my Mom. Say wha?

To make myself feel better, I went to Old Navy, where they don't sell a size 24, and bought myself a clearance rack pair of jeans for $12. Size? ....12!

And then I went to Melt Bar and Grilled, and ate a Peirogi grilled cheese sandwhich that was a little slice of heaven on earth, wrapped up in about 600 grams of carbs. Eat THAT size 24!

8 comments:

Narm said...

Is there anything eating at Melt can't solve?

Fizzgig said...

narm:
not really. It was worth the 4 hour wait. And the infinite cocktails I had in the meantime.

Sister Copinherhair said...

Please don't take that dress size seriously. It means nothing. Those places are screwed up. You should be very proud of yourself and what you have accomplished so far.

I think it is just typical for this time of year. We crave the sun and just "feel fat". It will all pass in just a couple of months and whatever plateau you may have hit will be behind you.

Keep up the good work! :)

Andhari said...

What kind of fucked up place is that? I'm sure people aren't as fat or big as they think they are. I kinda think "you're your own worst critic" is played here as well. You're definitely not a 24.

Fizzgig said...

sister:
im kicking the plateau ive been toying with it near a year now. im kinda tired of it. yea, it was a little ridiculous, but im over it!

Andhari:
yes you sure are! i keep saying that its just a number. I could wear the same size and they put a smaller number on it and it would make me feel better, thats sad though@

LiLu said...

It's not you! I had to go 3 or 4 sizes up for the bridesmaid dress I'm wearing in April too!! Don't worry. I think it's just a (totally effed up) bridal thing.

Teena in Toronto said...

How can a size 24 be so small?!

I was my sister's matron of honour and we had our dresses made. Mine was soooo unflattering and expensive! I donated it to a women's shelter hoping they would be able to use it since I'd never wear it again.

MzAriez said...

Hello Mon.

Long time since we chatted. I always seem to find your blog again. I am back to writing once more. I am up in Mentor, Ohio now.

BTW, I was once told that it doesn't matter what the label says....not for brand or size, but how you feel when you wear it....that makes you feel beautiful.

Take care!

Michelle aka MzAriez