So here’s a funny story.
Thursday I got scared into buying a suit.
(Not the suit I bought. But similar. Also not with a wrinkly checked shirt.)
We all have mock medical school interviews with our advisor this month, and she is known to be very conservative and very adamant about making sure we all look just so.
Black suit. White button down. Buttons buttoned. No crazy jewelry. No nail polish. Panty hose if we wear a skirt. (the horror!)
We know this, and it’s good advice considering she’s been on admissions committees for multiple medical schools. I plan to look 100% sharp for the actual interviews next fall, but I wasn’t going to buy a new suit until closer to then. My last real suit was purchased 6 years ago and no longer fits. I just happened to have worked jobs where suits weren’t necessary.
So after my roommate got back from her interview last Thursday, she told me that she was picked apart a bit for her outfit. She’s telling me this as I look at her in her lovely dark grey suit and light blue button downed blouse. She looks great. I can’t believe she was criticized at all!
So I decided to just bite the bullet and buy a suit now. My interview is in a few weeks, but I want to look my best and not run into any issues. Goal is to make the intimidating mock interview as painless as possible. So it was off to the mall.
I was hoping to find a blazer that matched my current JCrew pencil skirt, but apparently those don’t exist. So I went into Ann Taylor because I know pants there have fit me before.
I had luck. I found a conservative, simple black suit and bought both pants and a pencil skirt. I also got a white button down shirt. (I cannot believe I didn’t own any of these things.) It’s good quality and fits so I feel good about it.
But y’all, the dressing room was just a mess for me. I have no clue what size I am in anything anymore, and I am definitely not proportional! I took in a range of 3 sizes for each piece, and even some petites for the jacket. I tried on every single fit of pants because I don’t know if I’m curvy or regular or standard. (Don’t even get me started on trying to online shop. Impossible.)
Here’s the funny part: The three pieces of the suit I bought are THREE DIFFERENT SIZES.
My body is so bizarre.
The suit jacket is smallest, then the skirt, then the pants. And the suit jacket is almost too big and the pants are almost too small.
At one point the store manager looked at me while trying to figure out correct sizing and said, “Well, honey, you’ve got a butt.”
I do. That I do.
(Side note: I often sing “My girl got a big ol’ booty. Your girl got a lil ol’ booty” to JC. I don’t think he finds it as funny as I do.)
Anyway, such is life for me and my disproportionate body. Thank you mama for that body type blessing
Body Twins & Stand Up Paddle Board Buddies
Moral of the Story:
Shopping for me is a process of trying on a bunch of sizes, with no judgment as to what the number is, and just buying the size that fits the best.
After all, clothes that fit, no matter the size, look better than clothes that don’t.
And I think my butt looks quite nice in that pencil skirt;)