Not long ago, I tried on a pair of size four pants, and they were a little bit big on me. I find that shocking. And before anyone gets the wrong impression, this isn’t a post about “Look how small I am”. Quite the opposite. I really am mystified by the current day sizes.
I’m not a big person, but I’m not skinny by any means. I remember about twenty years ago, I wore a size eight. I weighed 107 pounds. I now weigh (mumble, cough, cough) more and if a size four is getting too big on me (and no, I have not, unfortunately, lost weight recently) what size do the truly small or downright skinny people wear? Triple zero? Negative four?
Is this a marketing ploy to make us feel better about the fact that most of us carry a little more weight than we used to? As long as the clothing fits me and is comfortable, I honestly don’t care what size I wear. It’s not as if I display the size of my clothing on a chain around my neck for all to see. I just find it strange that as I grow larger my clothing size gets smaller.
Except my bra cup size. That’s getting larger. But that’s a story for another day. Or not.
– I only have one chapter and the epilogue left to do in my first round of revisions. Being the long-winded person that I usually am, I’m surprised that I’ve only added about 2500 words so far. I’ll probably add nearly that amount again in the bit I still have to go over, but once I do my weeding out of over-used words, I could lose a thousand. So this will definitely be the shortest book I’ve written to date. Hopefully that simply means I’m learning to say more with less.