submitted by sittingonshouldersofgiants:

TW: Measurements, sizing

I never really understood thin privilege until yesterday. I was “thin” but never felt privileged. Going shopping and finding clothes was normal to me. But it wasn’t until my mother and I were at David’s Bridal, trying to find a mother of the bride dress. She, having grown up in a mountain village in the Philippines has a naturally “stocky” figure. She’s not “fat” but she’s not “thin” either. Normally she’s a size 8, maybe 10. And there’s nothing wrong with that. 

What was wrong with this supposedly enjoyable mother-daughter outing was that my mother wasn’t an 8 in David’s Bridal. She was a 14. Of course, she had to try on about four dresses until we figured that out. 

Being on the smaller side of the body spectrum, I never really had to go through this. I never had any trouble finding a my size. My mother did, and while I was looking through rows of size twos and fours I could only think “Why is this size so fucking hard to find? Why can’t my mom have the same ease of finding a dress as my cousin and I had? Why did we have to go through this extra crap of having to order a size? Why did this whole experience of dressing for her daughter’s wedding make her feel ugly in the end?” 

*sigh* I don’t mean to bash David’s Bridal. The consultants there are normally really nice and helpful, and they even laughed when my mom made a joke about the crappy sizing. But I am bashing the sizing. That pisses me off. 

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Oooohhh yeah, I am meant to be shopping for a wedding gown in the next year or so and am already feeling super fucking anxious on top of the wedding-anxiety that already exists because so many salons and boutiques I want to go to may or may not cater to my size.

Sizing is legit fucked. Guh.

Thank you for sharing!

<3 Haley