Yikes. Let’s get straight into this.
So, I’m a size 14. I’m actually a 16 in shops like Primark, but for the sake of argument; I’m a size 14. My weight rises and fluctuates a lot – remember when I got tested for PCOS because of my sudden eight-pound weight-gain? I put myself through three blood tests and pregnancy tests – only to find out I just needed to lay off the cake. Last week, I managed to comfortably slide into a pair of size 12 jeans. This week, I struggled to fit an XL pair of tights over my bum. Swings and roundabouts.
I wanted to chat today about online shopping. I’m a huge fan of online shopping; no queues, no changing-rooms, no human interaction… muah, a modern masterpiece. Recently, though, I’ve been struggling. Often when my student loan hits the first place I’ll go in order to splash the cash is Boohoo, Missguided, whatever. I’ll find an item of clothing (like…say…a bodysuit) that looks bomb AF on the model (albeit a model four sizes smaller than me), order it, eagerly wait for it to arrive, receive it, rip open the packaging and…
I won’t even be able to get it over my thighs.
So, I’ll stand there. In quite-literal naked shame. Regretting the time I comfort-ate a whole family bag of Doritos and KFC Mega-Box on the bus home from uni. Vow to take exercise, never take exercise, and thus; the cycle begins again.
Thing is, brands like Boohoo (sorry Boohoo, I promise I’m not picking on you!) do have a plus-size range. Said range, however, does not include a size 14 to 16. Soooo… are we only destined to wear clothing items that suffocate us? Swamp us? Or, shall we simply just walk around in bin bags for the rest of our days?
It’s also been said that I could just go into a shop and try things on. But, y’know. Where’s the thrill of the chase in that?
NB: Despite the ‘TOO REAL’ title, I’m not telling you all of this in some attempt to Meghan Trainorise myself as the One True Woman. I’m also not trying to imply that having a bit of excess flab makes you any more of a woman than Tummy Toned Trish who lives in the flat above you. We’re all women. We all have insecurities.