kit (mizkit) wrote,
kit
mizkit

I hate shopping.

I needed new pants. I’ve needed new pants for weeks. I kept putting off buying them, because I hate shopping under the best of circumstances, which, at my current weight, cannot be achieved. But today, because I am sick unto the very *death* of wearing floppy pants, I went to Dunnes to buy jeans.

Every pair of women’s jeans available gleefully advertised themselves as “skinny jeans”. Overlooking the fact that I am a far cry from skinny, even when I’m at my slimmest, my thighs do not fit in skinny jeans. I am not shaped that way. I wasn’t even shaped that way when I was fifteen. It is occasionally possible to find snug-fitting flattering jeans, but not when they’re advertised as “skinny”; they just will not go on my body. And everything else they had were slacks or three-quarters length slacks or leggings to wear under skirts/long shirts.

Frustrated beyond belief, I went to the men’s section, where I could tell at a glance which ones were going to fit my waist because hey, THEY’RE SIZED BY WAIST AND INSEAM. I tried two pair on, and now have two new pair of jeans, one of which needs hemming, but both of which come up to my goddamned waist without squeezing, fit my thighs, and which cost me at least fifteen dollars less than the women’s jeans would have.

I swear I’m going to quit writing and take up designing comfortable, attractive women’s clothes and shoes that fit. *grumpy face*

(x-posted from the essential kit)
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