Not such a "Big Girl"

Steven and I had to go to Target today to pick something up and before our outing was completed we ended up at Kohl's.  (I really do have a wonderful husband.)  We perused the shoes and purses (nothing to write home about) and made our way around to what I call "The Big Girl Section."  We walked through the maze that is the larger clothes.  Sizes accompanied by X's.  Styles that don't ever look quite, well, stylish (Why is that?  Big girls want cute stuff too!  And we aren't all over the age of 60, though judging by the clothes, you'd never know it.)  I wanted to see if they had some plaid shorts.  I'm a bit of a sucker for the plaid short.  And Steven is too.  So i figured, "This is Kohl's.  I should be able to find something for a decent price." 

We found a pair that was pretty cute and pretty normally priced.  What is this!?  I need the good ol' Kohl's sale.  And $35 for a pair of shorts is not a sale.  So we passed them by.  No need to even try them on.  We kept walking.  


Now the unfair thing about the "Big Girl Section" is the fact that is right beside, actually attached to, the "Regular Girl Section."  There's no real divider and before you know what you've done, you've moseyed over to shirts that won't button and pants that won't zip. But damn, they're cute.  You find yourself saying, "That's just what I was looking for!"  Then you look at the sizes and realize that single digits are blaring back at you.  Laughing at you.  Saying, "Please, girl!  You'd need me and my friend size 6 to make this work."  So you put whatever it is down, hoping no one saw you, the "Big Girl" pick up something so clearly out of your league, and your shopping trip is done.  


Well, not today.  We found the plaid shorts I wanted.  Not too short--because really, I don't have the thighs for that.  On sale--marked down from $30 to $15.  I started thumbing through the numbers.  I was sure the one I needed wouldn't be there.  And, well, it wasn't.  But Steven suggested I try the largest size they had available on the rack.  It's a size smaller than I normally wear and it did not have a "W" beside it.  (For you "Regular Girls" the "W" stands for Woman and means that the size on the tag is even a bit bigger than it says.  The cut is supposed to be more flattering for the "Big Girls."  In some cases this is true.  In others, well, not.)  I was hesitant but Steven and I figured that this would give me a new goal to work towards.  I had no expectations that they would fit.  


Into the dressing room I went.  Side note:  Why do dressing rooms smell?  This one smelled like nasty feet.  No one was in there.  So the foot smell was so strong that it had carried over from some past occupant.  OK, moving on--that's making my stomach turn a bit.  I put on the shorts.  Let me say that again.  I. PUT. ON. THE. SHORTS.  They fit!!!!  I walked out of the dressing room and showed Steven.  He was grinning from ear to ear.  


Now I'm not saying that I am, or will be in the immediate future, a frequenter of the "Regular Girl Section."  But my 30 pound loss (yep, last weigh-in proved it!) helped me get my plaid shorts--REGULAR ones.  Talk about great motivation.  Now there's this "Regular Girl" skirt I've been eyeing....