Everyone talks about the number on the scale. Either about how it drives them crazy, or why they need to ditch it and forget about it. Which, I agree with the latter, because it really is a piece of shit and doesn’t mean much. However, no one really talks about clothing sizes, but I think I need to do just that.
So, you vow to start lifting weights and you want to gain some muscle to achieve that “toned” look, right? People always say that the number on the scale may go up, but do you expect to fit into the same size pants?
All of a sudden you start to grow some leg muscles – defined quads, toned hammies, and of course a BOOTY. All hail the booty. Your pants start to get tight and not fit. You feel uncomfortable and then you freak out and think that you are getting fat and that you have to stop lifting because it’s making you “bulky” or you have to start restricting your calories or doing a shit ton of cardio or something insane.
But guess what? Has anyone ever thought that you may just need to buy BIGGER SIZES? *Gasp* The horror.
No, but really.
For some reason people equate bigger numbers to fat. Um, no. Look in the mirror – do you look huge? I highly doubt that. I’m sure you have amazing, beautiful, toned, strong legs. Actual SHAPE and muscle to them, and actually some sort of butt.
I’ll admit, I am so, SO guilty of getting a little bit anxiety going into the fitting rooms and trying on pants. I mean, for so long I’ve been a similar number in pant sizes – but I had a completely different body then. Why do I think that now that I’m 23-years-old, actually lift weights have have leg muscles and a butt, that I will still fit into the clothes that fit me in high school when I had much less muscle? It shouldn’t! For some reason I just keep trying to fit into my old clothes, or the same sizes. I always go shopping for new pants and try on junior sizes, but they just do not fit my body type anymore. I feel so much better and more comfortable in misses, so I just need new sizes, damn it.
Story time about how sizes are dumb anyway.
Yesterday I needed black dress pants for work. I remembered I had some in the closet, found them and saw they were a size 2, and I was like ok I can fit! My ass was like “lol, no” and I was like dang. I guess I need to go shopping.
So, I went to the store and had no idea what to try on. Of course, in my mind I’m still in junior sizes so I took like five pairs of pants – 4, 5, 6, 7, 9. (Some were misses, the even numbers, and some were juniors, the odd).
I tried on the 9 first.. TIGHT. Instant anxiety. “WTF a 9 is tight??? Holy crap. I’m huge”
I tried on the 7.. TIGHT, but the 9 was tighter. “WTF? That makes no sense. Whatever, I’ll try on the 5 but I doubt it’ll even go over my damn calf.”
I tried on the 5.. Fit perfectly. “Um…. is this the right size?” Checked again. Yup, a 5. Ok, so a 7 and a 9 is tight as heck but a 5 fits perfectly. Makes total sense.
I tried on the 6.. TIGHT. Ok.
I tried no the 4.. Fit fine but not as comfortable as the 5. “This is BS”.
This is just a scenario about why the sizes DO NOT MEAN ANYTHING! Every store is different, every brand is different, every size is different. It has no rhyme or reason, so why do we care about sizes? Who cares if it’s bigger? I’m pretty sure no one is going to look at you and be like “WOW, I LOVE YOUR LEGS! Oh, but you wear a size “x”? Never mind, too big, I don’t like them anymore.” No. That will never, ever happen. And who cares what people think anyway. The most important thing is that you love your body and you love yourself.
Screw sizes. Screw numbers. Neither of that means shit.
Buy clothes that fit your body because when things fit properly, it makes you feel good. Don’t buy clothes based on certain numbers and try to squeeze into them. You wouldn’t buy smaller shoes just because they are a smaller number, would you? No, so why would you do the same with pants.
Are you guilty of getting anxiety over clothing sizes?