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M? Sacrilege!

Recently, while at the mall, scenes from the film Confessions of a Shopoholic flashed in my mind but not in the way in which Isla Fischer would feel about the clothes! Now that was a film most women could agree with; it is not clothes, however, that I am talking about here but the ‘size’ of the clothes.

Size. That is huge, a huge topic for discussion! God, the almighty, sitting somewhere amidst the soft, cotton-like clouds, up above, created a simple world. However, since Adam chose to bite into that apple, life on Earth got more and more complex with each passing minute. And the question of size, is definitely complicated. Now coming straight to the point, I must say, I was surprised. Why? Because I happened to like to this particular cotton top, reasonably priced, but not available in my size. This of course, is not surprising if the top in my size, which is 'M' would have been sold out. But no, the brand simply chose not to make them in M, L or XL. Wow, that's new!

So I move on and choose another one but I am given the same reply. Interesting. This happened for a total of five tops I liked. And the store assistant wouldn't even guide. She just chose to stay quiet while I picked and then chose to nod her head in a 'no' when I turned around for help. I think she enjoyed making me feel bad...sadistic bum, I say!

I am an average sized person, somewhere between slim [how I wish!] and plump [more me]. I generally enjoy my shopping and the stuff looks good on me too. But scouting for stuff one likes and then being told that no, they don't make things in your size, is sad! I was actually taken aback. It feels like you are being scolded. Bah.

Women are conscious of their weight, looks and so much more all time. Not everyone looks great at size Zero or say at size L or M. But well, some people like me are comfortable where they are and how they are. I know my previous post spoke about my Gym rant but then I ain't becoming the next skinny model in a month's time! So what's with the fixation for sizes XS and S, only? Does this mean that women/girls who are slim/thin/wafer thin, have the right to wear the best and the ones who are a step forward at M, should stick to loose, flowy clothes? Bloody hell. 

This wasn't all. At the mall, I came across another store that had some really pretty dresses. But one look at the mannequin told me to stay away. They were clearly meant for women who were contesting to be the next Miss India. 

So is this the new trend? Like Size Zero was? Or being an M or an L would mean no shopping at stores for clothes? Trend or no trend, it ruined my evening for sure. 


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