Once upon a time, all of my friends that I shopped with were smaller than me. I don’t mean skinnier, I mean actually SMALLER. Like, I’m 5’9″ and they were all much, much shorter than I am. I’d like to point some things out that are obvious, except that NOTHING is obvious in girl world when it comes to issues of weight. Tall girls wear larger sizes. Tall girls eat more calories than shorter girls. Tall girls look larger in photos when they are next to smaller girls. Yes, all of these things are like totally “duh”, but you try telling that to any girl who is sensitive about her weight. I’ll give you an example.
Me (talking to my husband, a month after giving birth to my second baby in a row): “I’m so fat.”
My husband: “You literally JUST had two babies. You are not fat, you just gave birth to two large human children.”
Me: “I’m so fat.”
I’m only gonna say this once. Women…be crazy. I…am crazy. You can reason with me about how I’m taller and I’m normal sized and all that, but my brain still goes to crazy town when I go jeans shopping. I think a lot of you can relate.
I ever so kindly gave myself a (mostly) joking nickname when I’d go shopping with my tiny friends. I’d call myself: “the fat friend”. Too big for you? Toss it over to the dressing room next to you where “the fat friend” is! Needless to say, this kind of humor is not really the kindest when you’re trying to deal with your self esteem issues…yeah, I know. I can be mean to myself. I have since stopped even jokingly calling myself that because I want to speak kindly about myself as well as others. But I am going to point this out…sometimes being the…”taller friend” I will now call myself…has its benefits. The shoes that are too large for someone else will inevitably fit me. The extra long dress that someone else would have to hem is just right for me. And that is when I do not mind being “the taller friend”!
I have an awesome friend I’ve mentioned countless times before (and will mention countless more) who lives in the glorious vintage clothing mecca of San Francisco. And she sent me these pants because well, I’m “the taller friend”. I may need more calories than her and I may look like a mammoth hunchback next to her in photos (because in photos, “the taller friend” inevitably will hunch over to try to put her face next to the smaller friend instead of her boobs), but when it comes to wearing these snakeskin palazzo pants, I will happily be “the taller friend” all day long.
Whatever size you are, own it, and realize that it has it’s benefits. Whether it’s larger or smaller than someone next to you, whatever doesn’t fit her will probably fit you. Score.