The Ghost of Skinny Past

Mannequin with Jeans in Sannicolau Mare, Rumania

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I finally started packing tonight to move to my new apartment next week and…well…all the curvy women of the world probably know what happens when you start pulling things out of the closet.  That’s right.  I found my skinny clothes.

For all you youngsters, I am not talking about “skinny jeans.”  Not really sure why they are called that anyway considering anyone over a size 6 does not look skinny in those things.  😛

Skinny clothes are the too tight jeans, too small sweaters and too short shorts/skirts from a bygone era of thinness that we just can’t bare to throw away.  (btw, I’d be very interested to see a psychological study on the effects of these skinny clothes on women)  And we surely could not just give them away to even our best of friends because at one time they were our favorite item to wear and we can’t bare to watch our skinnier friends fit into them perfectly.  The envy would just be too much on our fragile egos.  Bitches.

So we keep these clothes, usually stored together in the same place under the “My reward for when I lose that 10 lbs.” category.  What is even worse in my case is that I brought my skinny clothes to Korea with me!  That is very un-expat of me.  Everyone knows you need to pack light when moving to another country because there is so much to take (usually an insane amount of OTC drugs since other countries aren’t always big on popping daily pain meds like Tylenol or Excedrin – but that’s a post for another day).  But they managed to sneak their way into my chargeably over 50 lbs. luggage and into my small apartment.  Now I have dragged them back out of the closet and am staring at them once again, wondering why I torture myself in keeping them.  Shhh…don’t tell but right this very moment they are sitting in the ‘to be packed’ pile and NOT the ‘to be given away’ pile.  Because you know, new apartment means new lease on life which means more working out (in my case more dancing), more eating healthy…all that mumbo jumbo we convince ourselves we are going to do from now on.

On one hand I think skinny clothes are a way for women to hang on to the good years and memories that they had in those clothes.  Or perhaps they are a sign of hope that you really think that you will lose that 10 extra lbs. someday soon.  (Right arm raised skyward) WE SHALL PREVAIL!  On the other hand, they could just be a reminder of failure and why we really need to stop drinking those lattes and eating Haagan Daas on a weekly basis.  It all makes me wonder how many centuries of women have done the same thing?  Well, then again, centuries ago women just tightened the corsets to make the skinny dresses fit them for longer, so maybe they didn’t have the same problem, but I daresay they had a far worse torture trying to breathe in those corsets.  Don’t you?

So while toasting a glass of champagne to the invention of stretch jeans and the advancement of women’s fashions that we no longer have to wear corsets (outside of the bedroom that is {wink, wink}), tell me what is the longest that you have kept an item in the ‘skinny clothes’ category?


Chico’s kinda girl

Photo of Chico's in Hudson, Ohio

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So now on to today’s post…

I have been saying for quite a few years that when I grow up I want to be a Chico’s girl.  As in, I want to dress from the clothing store Chico’s.

For those who don’t live in the US or haven’t passed by a Chico’s in their local mall, here’s a link to their catalog*:

I am by no means a fashionista and normally do not hold a brand preference.  I highly prefer comfort over style and matching my body shape over matching the runway.  However, there is something about this store that just grabs my attention.  Perhaps it’s because they use a lot of animal prints and earth tones colors that go so well on me or maybe it’s the chunky, sometimes gypsy-esque jewelry they use (but tone down with basic colors and styles)?  I don’t know which reason I stand by for this magnetic window shopping attraction, but I know that’s what I want to dress like when I grow up.

The big question is…when is that?  When can I feel mature enough to pull off sophisticated clothing?  I used to think that was when I reached the corporate world, but I did the corporate thing for 10 years and I never wanted to waste a good outfit by sitting it inside a cubicle 8 hours a day.  I may be 31, but I’m still more comfortable size-wise in the juniors department because I’ve found the Misses and Women’s clothes don’t hug my curves without making me look frumpy instead of coke-bottle-ish.  So to me, the Juniors section is the girl that I was and Chico’s is the woman I want to be.  But when can I make the big leap?

First and foremost, I’d imagine I can’t do any leaping til I can actually afford to shop at Chico’s (always been a Ross kinda girl).  Hmm…but until I can do so, what should my first step be?  Find more sophisticated shoes besides sneakers to wear?  Stop opting for the easy bun and ponytail on a daily basis?  Get a job where I care to dress up every day?  Baby steps, Tif, baby steps.

Anyone else in this world drawn to a particular store or style they have yet to attempt?


*The catalog listed on the date this was posted was actually photographed at the Dali museum in St. Petersburg, FL where I used to live.  We shall have a discussion on Dali another day, but if you are ever in the area, I recommend the museum.  It was cool before they re-did it and from the pics in the catalog, it looks amazing and much brighter now!