E: Do you have the black jacket in a size large?
Sales Lady: Umm, let me check…
No, it doesn’t look like it. But what about the medium?
E: No, I’m a large. I need a large.
Sales Lady: I really think the medium will fit, at least try it on?
E: No. It won’t, I need a large. Could you call other stores?
Sales Lady: O.k., but just hold onto the medium. I’ll go call..
~ I stand there and hold the medium jacket ~
~ The clock keeps ticking… I keep waiting ~
~ Eventually, out of boredom, I walk over to the corner, where a mirror is with no people around, and try the medium jacket on. It zips up easily. I stand there and just stare at myself in the mirror. ~
Sales Lady: It fits! I told you it fit! It looks great.
E: … yea… thanks, I really thought it wouldn’t fit.. (still in shock)
I’ll take it.
I’m actually stumped at how to explain the above (well, this must be a 1st…). It’s like I have this intense phobia of trying on a size, and not having it fit me, even though this has happened 95% of my life. I’ll NEVER reach for a medium size, before I try on the large and am fully satisfied it does not fit. It’s weird, I know. I’m weird, I know.
But yes, every time I zip up my jacket, I smile because it’s a size medium (medium! eeek!) jacket and it reminds me of how far I’ve come, something I often forget.