Shopping for clothes is usually considered to be a glamorous activity, but it can be downright frustrating at times.
Although 'frustrating' doesn't seem to be the exact word I'm looking for. Maybe 'humiliating' would be more appropriate.
Because sometimes you try on one piece after another. Different brands, different stores. Doesn't matter. Everything is too tight here or too loose there, but they look so amazing on the models, or even just on the hangers! You wonder, what am I doing wrong?? What's wrong with me?
But that's just it; it's not you. It's them. The manufacturers. The designers. The ones who decide that a body with these specific proportions is the body they are going to design for. And if you don't fit into their measurement ratios, then you're out of luck. There's no such thing as a standard-size human being, and yet that's who they're designing for.
You leave feeling too short, too tall, too fat, too thin, too muscular, too gangly, etc. - a pack of lies. You are exactly who you were meant to be. The way you were meant to be. Beautifully created by an almighty God who doesn't make mistakes. They should be trying to make their clothes work for YOU, not the other way around.
I'm not expecting things to change. There are very logical reasons for standardized sizing, such as production efficiency and costs. But I can't help seeing a disconnect between the physical uniqueness of each human being and the cookie-cutter nature of the clothes that are supposedly made to fit us.
Does any of this ring true for you? I'd love to hear your thoughts.
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Labels: faith, fashion
