them have spare fabric at the crotch.
I’m ecstatic with glee! I almost can’t contain my excitement because I know for a fact that size fourteen is the smallest size on the Evans side of this combination store.
Ripping open the parting curtain after I’m redressed in my baggy-waisted jeans, I grab all the trousers I tried on. I know I could just leave them here for the clerk to pick up, but I want this one moment of glory as I head towards the check out.
“Any joy?” The store attendant lady asks me.
“No, I’m afraid not,” I reply, trying my best not to smile too much. “They’re all too big!”
Okay, I may have said that too loudly if the insta-stares I get from customers is anything to go by. Oh well, I don’t care because I’m about to try something that I haven’t dared do in years.
I’m going to walk to the other side of the store. I’m going to try on jeans from the normal sized shop; Dorothy Perkins!
***
When I step across the threshold and into the fashion jungle I’m mentally smacked by a sense of achievement. I’m in a new world that is almost foreign to me. I’m surrounded by skinny women and signs on racks of clothing that say these jeggins are indeed available in super-skinny size.
Super-skinny, huh?
I’m going to do it. I’m going to try those babies on as my first pair of anything that I’ve worn outside the plus size store. Okay so the pair of super-skinny jeans I take off the rack are size eighteen, but it’s because I don’t want to push my luck.
“Can I try these on?” I ask the slender store assistant on this, the tiny side of the shop. My feelings of over confidence have evaporated and I peep like a little mouse.
“Of course you can.” The thin girl smiles at me and I head into the changing rooms with a sense of déjà vu.
This time, I don’t waste a second. I get right down to shoving my legs into the jeans that are tight as… well… tights. I’m determined to get these things on!
After much gasping and pulling I’ve secured the button and zipper at my waist. That sense of déjà vu returns with a wallop. I stare into the mirror to discover that not only do these skinny jeans fit, but they have extra fabric at the crotch!
What is it with my groin area? Am I weirdly shaped or something? Why is there all this space with every pair of pants I’ve tried on today? I mean, it’s not like I want to try on trousers that are so tight between my legs they give me camel-toe, or anything like that. Honestly though, I must have a really small pelvic area.
I ping the button that calls the skinny store attendant in. “Can you get these for me in a size sixteen please?”
The girl hurries away and comes back in a flash with a smaller size of the super-skinny jeans. “Don’t you just love these?” She says, smacking herself on her tiny flat bottom. “I’m wearing them too because they’re just so trendy!” She bounces away and I scowl at her for a moment before shutting the curtain.
I definitely don’t look as good as she does with my big hips. I’ll probably never have the confidence to wear super-skinny jeans in public, however, I’m chuffed to bits that I’m even able to try a pair on.
And the size sixteen super-skinny jeans fit perfectly. I’ve pulled them on and there’s no extra fabric under my crotch. They’re not so tight as to cause nineteen-eighties rocker chick camel-toe problem either. I definitely don’t look as good as the store attendant does in these trousers —especially with my big hips— and I’ll probably never have the confidence to wear super-skinny jeans in public. However, I’m chuffed to bits that I’m even able to try a pair on.
***
With a hop and a skip and a spring in my step I bound out of the Dorothy Perkins side of the store. I’m carrying a bag with a brand new pair of size fourteen jeans —admittedly not in super-skinny size— and I couldn’t be happier. Well, I’m sure I’ll be a lot more happy
I’m ecstatic with glee! I almost can’t contain my excitement because I know for a fact that size fourteen is the smallest size on the Evans side of this combination store.
Ripping open the parting curtain after I’m redressed in my baggy-waisted jeans, I grab all the trousers I tried on. I know I could just leave them here for the clerk to pick up, but I want this one moment of glory as I head towards the check out.
“Any joy?” The store attendant lady asks me.
“No, I’m afraid not,” I reply, trying my best not to smile too much. “They’re all too big!”
Okay, I may have said that too loudly if the insta-stares I get from customers is anything to go by. Oh well, I don’t care because I’m about to try something that I haven’t dared do in years.
I’m going to walk to the other side of the store. I’m going to try on jeans from the normal sized shop; Dorothy Perkins!
***
When I step across the threshold and into the fashion jungle I’m mentally smacked by a sense of achievement. I’m in a new world that is almost foreign to me. I’m surrounded by skinny women and signs on racks of clothing that say these jeggins are indeed available in super-skinny size.
Super-skinny, huh?
I’m going to do it. I’m going to try those babies on as my first pair of anything that I’ve worn outside the plus size store. Okay so the pair of super-skinny jeans I take off the rack are size eighteen, but it’s because I don’t want to push my luck.
“Can I try these on?” I ask the slender store assistant on this, the tiny side of the shop. My feelings of over confidence have evaporated and I peep like a little mouse.
“Of course you can.” The thin girl smiles at me and I head into the changing rooms with a sense of déjà vu.
This time, I don’t waste a second. I get right down to shoving my legs into the jeans that are tight as… well… tights. I’m determined to get these things on!
After much gasping and pulling I’ve secured the button and zipper at my waist. That sense of déjà vu returns with a wallop. I stare into the mirror to discover that not only do these skinny jeans fit, but they have extra fabric at the crotch!
What is it with my groin area? Am I weirdly shaped or something? Why is there all this space with every pair of pants I’ve tried on today? I mean, it’s not like I want to try on trousers that are so tight between my legs they give me camel-toe, or anything like that. Honestly though, I must have a really small pelvic area.
I ping the button that calls the skinny store attendant in. “Can you get these for me in a size sixteen please?”
The girl hurries away and comes back in a flash with a smaller size of the super-skinny jeans. “Don’t you just love these?” She says, smacking herself on her tiny flat bottom. “I’m wearing them too because they’re just so trendy!” She bounces away and I scowl at her for a moment before shutting the curtain.
I definitely don’t look as good as she does with my big hips. I’ll probably never have the confidence to wear super-skinny jeans in public, however, I’m chuffed to bits that I’m even able to try a pair on.
And the size sixteen super-skinny jeans fit perfectly. I’ve pulled them on and there’s no extra fabric under my crotch. They’re not so tight as to cause nineteen-eighties rocker chick camel-toe problem either. I definitely don’t look as good as the store attendant does in these trousers —especially with my big hips— and I’ll probably never have the confidence to wear super-skinny jeans in public. However, I’m chuffed to bits that I’m even able to try a pair on.
***
With a hop and a skip and a spring in my step I bound out of the Dorothy Perkins side of the store. I’m carrying a bag with a brand new pair of size fourteen jeans —admittedly not in super-skinny size— and I couldn’t be happier. Well, I’m sure I’ll be a lot more happy
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