I would normally never post something like this--it seems tasteless and self-congratulatory. I'm not one of those women to whom this means something. Still, with my self-worth bottoming out at an all-time low this week, you know, now is the moment.

I got these jeans from my mom for Christmas--the usual vague size 8ish that I've worn my entire life, throughout all various weight fluxes, growth spurts, and fashion trends. I'm not very good at being a girl sometimes, and "wear clothes that are flattering" has not always been my strong suit. It's also hard being tall. I hardly ever wear jeans now because I feel shy about my height and the length of my legs. I wear long skirts to hide them. I've always felt like a too big, large-size person. Little clothes, being delicate, dainty, pick-upable... my whole life all that has seemed like something for other girls, but not me.

Anyway, the jeans were too big. I took them back, hoping to use the store credit to buy....um, running gear, cos... running... is better than... jeans.../notverygoodatbeingagirl

---but since the 8's didn't fit, I thought Okay what stupid jean size even am I and I grabbed a pair of nice, designer jeans off the clearance rack that looked vaguely like my waist, but seemed long enough for my giantess long legs. I grumped to the dressing room to try them on. They fit well--a little tight, but golly, you should've seen my ass. I checked the tag. Size 2. That's like... what. 2. What. What. XD

So I did the reasonable thing. I dumped them back on the hapless bitch who puts back the clothes people didn't want, and instead, bought a bunch of nice running gear with the store credit. Excelsior.