I have made no secret of my post-pregnancy weight that I am struggling to lose so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that I am therefore struggling to find clothes to wear. Clothes that actually fit my newly defined shape. Clothes that do not have a “maternity” label sewn into them.
Yes, I am almost nine-months post-pregnancy and I still wear maternity clothes. Maternity jeans, to be exact. I recently packed up all of my pregnancy shirts and replaced them with new “Large” tees and sweaters. **Pat on the back.**
Which is why, in a fit of exasperation last week, I opened up a line of credit to a store that shall not be named (but it starts with J and ends with Jill) so that I could get the credit card discount. I then proceeded to order five pairs of jeans in various sizes. Now granted, I had never worn their pants before. But I figured that since they came in “tall” they would be worth a try. Unfortunately, none of them worked (although I did keep the long skirt that I ordered because it fit very nicely) so I headed to the mall to return my purchases.
I don’t know about you, but I always find it a bit embarrassing to return online orders. I feel like somehow I’ve cheated the company or that it’s going to take away from the store’s sales for the day so they won’t want to help me. That’s what was going through my mind as I plunked my large package down on the counter and said that I had a return.
The woman looked down her nose at me and asked what was the matter with my purchase. I told her that the pants didn’t fit right. Should have sufficed, right? Either they fit or they don’t, case closed.
Or so I thought. She proceeded to look over the booty (pun intended) and found a pair that had obviously not been opened. ”But you didn’t even open these,” she exclaimed, as if I had somehow offended her. She kept going until she made it through the stack and then asked, once again, what was wrong with my purchases. It was at this point that I began to ramble, which is never good.
“Well, I had a baby earlier this year, you see, (she obviously could see as said baby was with me in his stroller) and I’m still trying to figure out what size I am as my body has changed, blah, blah, blah.” I was afraid I had started to sound like Charlie Brown’s teacher so I finally stopped talking.
She looked up at me and asked, “So what are you going to wear then?”
Oh no she didn’t!
So now not only do I feel bad for having to return clothes AFTER already being upset that the clothes didn’t fit in the first place, but I also have to tell a complete stranger that I will need to keep wearing my maternity clothes until I can fit into regular pants.
Needless to say, I will never shop at that store again. In fact, all of my clothing purchases will now be made from the comfort (and anonymity) of my own home.
ps – I found some pants that actually fit at The Gap. And I was able to retain my dignity in the process.