Wednesday, January 09, 2013
I became extremely irritated this morning. I had stepped into a boutique to see if I could try on a pair of jeans that fit. You're normally allowed to take a look around, but this owner addressed me in a rather harsh voice inquiring about my size.
I'm still too sensitive on this matter, and, furthermore, I have no idea.
My clothes range from 48 to 42 (US sizes 16-8) depending on labels , piece and/or quality of clothes.
My only certainty is my bra size, for the rest I try on clothes, and choose according to how I look like, not the label. Not my Size, which is an entity which does not exist.
But the shop owner with her silly smile confronted me with a situation I had experienced thousand times.
It's like a date with a married man. You just have no hope, and he's like enjoying your disappointment,, and I did not want to experience this anymore.
The shop owner only displayed 38/40 sizes , like it often happens as they're left-overs from other shops and nobody wears these sizes and with no hope for me they'd fit .... A nice Calvin Klein pair of jeans I had spotted was a 38 which is crazy for any adult person.
If you try them on a you get out of the shop feeling fat and unhappy, sometimes with the owner laughing at your attempt.
So I simply said 'Thanks' and walked out proudly without answering.
I owe it to you my dear friends.
PS European sizes 38/40 are more or less 4/6 US.