Size 14 = Size Anxiety

Today I gave a friend a dress that I never wore. I bought it on EBay and it turned out to be a Junior Size 14 and not a Woman’s Size 14. Oh well. If I had bought it directly through a store like I should have, instead of being cheap about my wardrobe then I wouldn’t have gotten conned so I have only myself to blame for this phony dress. Well, it’s not a phony dress, it’s a real dress…just not my size.

So this dress was just folded on a shelf in my closet with the original tags on it and I thought that I should just give it to someone who would enjoy wearing it and so I did and she tried it on immediately and it was like it was made for her it because it really fit perfectly. It’s black velvet and it’s beautiful. And everyone in the office was oohing and aahing and all she could say was, “Oh my God I’m not a size 14!” And I said…who cares you’re just going to rip the tag off anyway. Tell people it’s a size 8 and forget it. But no…she was close to tears because the tag had a number 14 on it.

Yes she did thank me and yes she does love it and yes she is going to wear it but I have to say that I was just horrified by her reaction to that tag.