“I don’t see how an article of clothing can be indecent. A person, yes.”
– Robert A. Heinlein
Alright, ladies, am I completely alone in this or are there other proportion victims out there?
I’m barely five feet tall, with an exactly one inch space between my ribs and my hips. Those same ribs are rather wide but my shoulders are rather narrow, and my hips are rather rounded. My legs are short (duh) and taper downward, long and lanky we are not!
I need normal size pants to fit around what Casanova calls “birthin’ hips” (he’s from Georgia, we’ll excuse it), but those pants usually hang past my feet by a good six inches. I routinely by Ankle Length trousers from the Gap and Banana Republic, but that’s a misnomer for a short girl if ever there was one. I still have to wear three inch heels to keep them from dragging. Also, because of my high hips, low cut jeans or pants of any kind are unflattering in the extreme…so why do almost all trousers winkingly advertise “our lowest cut ever!”
Medium size shirts fit around my ribs, but I’d need the 80’s-est of 80’s shoulder pads to fill those gaping shoulders, and they always manage to make me look pregnant. However, size small shirts fit shoulders and stomach perfectly while straining to cover, not my breasts, but my lower rib cage (which, unlike my legs, tapers not at all).
So, apart from having to work extra hard on exercising my abs to create the illusion of a waist, shopping for clothes on a good day is rough. And let’s face it, most of what’s in the petite sections are not made for 24 year old, fashion conscious career girls!
Also, I admit, I’ve put on 10 pounds since I got married. Hence my fab exercise bike, Harley. It’s working. Slowly.
Yesterday I finally replaced my torn trousers, it took nearly 2 hours. I also tried on my bridesmaids dress for Marie’s upcoming nuptials and wilted a bit in front of the mirror. It’s an adorable dress, I absolutely love it, but the cut of it does nothing for my figure. Sort of like this:
However, I am happy to report that, even though it took a while, I found trousers that are three-inch heel friendly, hit at the waist, and make my bum look good. I also scored two new work shirts that don’t strain across my breasts/ribs (is there anything more tacky than a too tight shirt? Yikes, everyone gets a view!) And with that, my Fall/Winter work wardrobe is complete. Which means that, if I’m lucky, I won’t have to buy new trousers – and take the requisite shopping aspirin – for another year.