And then say, "It's just not fair!" Maybe even throw in a whine or a pout.
Went shopping with Maya today for something Christmas-y. Of course, her last year's dresses don't fit, she's growing almost every day. And my stuff doesn't fit, because I've lost more than 40 pounds. Oh, btw, I can't wait until I can say 50! Ooops, almost got off track. Tried a few stores, their selections were so pitiful that we were both getting discouraged. Maya was able to find things to try on but the ladies' section didn't even have that much. So, off we go to the store Maya wanted to visit - much more trendy, ya know. Maya found a stunning red sparkly dress (with a, to me anyway, stunning price tag) in a size extra small and I swear that her dad is going to cry when he sees her in it. The where did my little girl go and who is this young lady in front of me type of crying. I also found some clothes, a black skirt and a much more sedate red top, so we were all happy, right? Well, mostly, here's where the foot stamping comes in. After working hard for several months and losing that weight, I had to buy size large. Yeah, large. *sigh* Any other store, I wear a small or maybe a medium, but not the trendy one. I know, as Maya told me, its demographic (though she didn't use that word, I will have to tell her that's the right one) is different and the sizing is for smaller people. I think I'm going to get a Sharpie and change the L to an E. Doesn't mean anything but at least it won't say Large anymore ;)