Fact. I weigh under 110 pounds.
Fact. Most of my jeans are a size 24.
Fact. Most of my tops are an xs, on account of the lack of, um, anything in the cleavage department.
Fact. I am 5’1. And a bit. When I am wearing shoes.
Fact. I’m little.
I know this. I am sharing my sizing information because it’s important here, for perspective.
Because I am looking for some sort of explanation as to why I had to buy a size LARGE at H&M this week.
Actually, let me take that back.
I went to H&M, and bought three different shirts—in navy and white stripes—because obviously.
I brought them home and thought…wow, these x-smalls would hardly fit my 5th grader!
So I returned them and bought the smalls.
I brought them home and thought…wow, these smalls would hardly fit my 5th grader!
So I returned them and bought the mediums.
I brought them home and…
Anyone want to guess where I’ll be going on my lunch hour today?
Oh yes. To return the mediums and to buy the shirts in size LARGE.
Large.
Now, here’s the thing. I have no problems with large. It’s a perfectly lovely size. If it were, actually, you know, my actual size.
I’m just wondering what sort of woman H&M is building their clothing for when a 104-pound, 5-foot 1-inch, wee-boobed girl wears a size large t-shirt.
Because if *I* am wearing the LARGE, what are the people who normally wear a large wearing?
Oh, and just to confuse everyone a little bit more, I also recently purchased a dress and a blousy shirt in a size XS and they fit perfectly. And I also bought cardigan in a size XL and it fit perfectly too.
Mystery!

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