Clothing Conspiracy
- Rhae

I hate shopping.

With a passion.

Don't get me wrong; I like window shopping as much as the next girl. It's fun to look at the mannequins, and to ooh and aah over cute shoes or cute dresses. As long as I don't have to actually try on the clothes, I'm quite happy.

But as soon as I'm shopping to buy, the problem shoots straight to the front, and it's this: I'm funny shaped. Which makes it reasonably depressing to try on clothes and obscenely difficult to find well-fitting anything. I'm not even overweight. No, I am average, average, average, and a little on the short side of average.

Unfortunately, the clothing manufacturers don't seem to take the average girl into account. Which is why my jeans are rolled up four inches in the leg. It seems like everything I try on is made for someone who is at least 5'8", leggy, and weighs as much as I do, and if I want to find something that fits, well, I can go shop in 'dowds'.

Then I look at a certain friend of mine, who is at least 5'8", leggy, and weighs as much as I do. And she has more trouble than I do finding pants to fit, because legs just don't roll down unless they're already rolled up. I find that awfully ironic, considering she has the body so many girls envy.

So tell me, someone, why is it that we, as young women, have so much trouble finding clothes to fit? Why does it seem like no one makes nice-looking clothes for the average-sized female?

Maybe becasue they don't. Sometimes I think it's a conspiracy (and sometimes I think I'm right) between media, clothiers, and the government to force us through subliminal and not-so-subliminal messages to attempt to conform to impossible standards, and thereby, through depression, eating disorders, and other attacks on our emotional and physical well-being, to rid the world of females.

Well, we're on to you.

Anybody have a sewing machine?

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