Let me get this straight, I don’t identify as plus size. I can walk in to a shop and find a “size 12.” Simple. Or so you would think. When a coat hanger proudly announces itself to holding a garment of clothing that is size 12, that is awesome, but what the clothes actually do when they drape someone like myselfs body is another issue all in itself. Let me break it down for my hunniez; this not a “woe is me” kinda post, it’s just about how I view myself in a modern, fashion world and I certainly do not fit within the remits of it’s typical sizing’s. Making it pretty darned hard for someone like me to find the perfect fit.
Lord knows I’m busty. Sitting with an ample 32FF rack (what a word?) and pretty shapely hips it could be classed as a desired frame of a figure. The “Hourglass” – oh it sounds so magical, so wonderful you say?
I have mothering hips that look like you could mount me like a horse and win the Grand National (albeit, I’d be very out of breath and I’d be one of those horses that falls over the hurdles but I digress.) and boobs that cannot and will not be contained by a crisp white shirt unless I buy one or two sizes up and end up with Larry Long Arms as well.
Perfect I hear you say? No? I hope I’ve dispelled the myth.
That’s not to say I’m not proud of what my mama gave me. I will embrace my curves to the end of time, I even wrote about having curve confidence here, but jeez high street guys, please can ya just help a sister out?
I guess that’s why I’ve been leaning to some plus size suppliers like Celuu (who caters for size’s 12 – 24 and a particular piece even managed to make me look slimmer? How in the heck?) But I’d love it, if more “curve” ranges could also cater for the lower end of the scale because let’s face it, this bod is all about dem curves galdem. I need a size 12 that will hug my body in a way that doesn’t pronounce that extra Dunlop tyre I acquired because of the age old excuse, “Well, It’s Christmas” and I also love to wear a top where I don’t pop someone’s eye out either.
We can walk in to Topshop and Primark, and a size 12 have two completely different connotations of what a size 12 should be. Heck, on another spectrum I had to buy an extra small t-shirt (ya must be kidding me pal?) from the latter because the sizing’s were just that off.
I wanna pick up a piece of clothing or order online knowing that a size 12 is gonna fit my size 12. I’ll buy a large to make way for my bosoms, only for the top to be able to sing a rendition of “Do your boobs hang low?” So instead I’ll buy a medium pair of jeans, but then my jubbly bits can’t even be zipped in, not for love or money. I wanna feel good in my clothes, not feel like the second I walk out of the shop I need to go on a juicing diet.
Why can’t the High Street just at least try and get it right for all body shapes? We have tall and we have petite. Can we not have a “I carry junk in my trunk” size too?
Luckily, after I finally succumbed and looked at the sale ranges, it seemed that H&M would be the to answer my prayers. Everything I’ve bought and tried on so far have fit like a glove. Having researched the styles I want to incorporate in to my wardrobe this year has clearly paid dividends. It just goes to show that spending a little bit of time thinking about what I want, rather than adding every single item to my basket, is what I need to do in future to avoid being thoroughly dissapointed. I mean look how amazing my Chloe dupe handbag is?
Every cloud has a silver lining because the one thing on the high street that certainly doesn’t let me down are shoes. Heels, boots, trainers, pumps, flats. A size 5 generally tends to be a size 5 (unless you’ve read my #AmIAdulting post a few weeks ago, but we will count that as a one-off) and these stunning 4th & the Reckless boots are total bad-ass shoes. They appear to be your standard boot, but, look closely and the heel is a thing of art. With a smoke like feature to them, they really do stand out.
Do you find it hard to shop if you’re a size 12/14? Or, if not please share with me your fave shops that do cater for us curvier gals!
I'm Bee. 27 year old who is finally starting to understand herself. A Scorpio that's too nice to use that sting in her tail, regularly found searching for holidays or online shopping. Happiest when being fed, travelling & spending time with Mr C.