Another rant/fashion post today. I’m quite enjoying these, can you tell? If you’re a woman reading this, I’m more than sure you’ll relate to what I have to say here on at least one occasion. That’s if you haven’t already. Or like me, have this difficulty every damn time you go shopping for clothes. The clue is in the name, I’m going to be talking about how shameful high street sizing is.
I recently saw a tweet from someone who I honestly cannot remember for the life of me saying the playsuit they were wearing was a size 20 from H&M and how appalled they were. This girl was around the same size and had the same sort of figure as me from what I could see. I haven’t shopped in H&M in quite a while as they are known for being generally smaller sized than other high street shops and in all honesty being overpriced for the poor quality they offer. However, I saw Beff wearing a gorgeous denim pinafore purchased from them recently and it was just something that I had to have.
I headed over to their website to order it and with the girls tweet and previous changing room meltdowns in mind, I ordered a size 16. I’m usually a comfortable 12-14 in womens clothes, dependent on the store and fit of the item. I have quite an annoying figure too in the fact that I’m bottom heavy, with a smaller waist but wide shoulders. This can make finding clothes that flatter my figure that aren’t stretchy or skin tight a challenge but you’ve just got to try and work with what you’ve been given. Anyway, the pinafore arrived and I sighed.
I managed it to get it on but not without a struggle. When I say it was skin-tight, I MEAN IT. It clung to my shape like a glove and although I felt it was quite flattering, sitting down in it would’ve guaranteed a lovely rip right up the middle. Not what you want really, is it? Jake ended up having to yank it off over my head. It’s safe to say it went straight back and instead of bothering with ordering the 18 to try, I went straight for the 20. It fits nicely with a bit of room to move around in and I like wearing jumpers underneath pinafores sometimes too so I thought it’d be better for that.
Now lets discuss the jacket. I’ve recently fallen in love with Nasty Gal and some of their wonderfully weird clothes. You may have spotted this design before in my Dr Martens post as I have the t-shirt of it too. Can’t get enough of it, it’s so cute. This is a size 12 and it’s slightly too large for me. It is super comfortable though and I’ve been after a slouchy faux leather jacket for a while. My leopard print cropped shirt is also a size 10 from Primark. But where exactly does this leave me? Size 20 fits well in one store and size 12 is a bit too big in another? I thought I was somewhere in the lower middle of that.
All photos taken by Becky Elen
Black faux leather jacket: Nasty Gal
This is how high street sizing is destroying girls and womens confidence, as if we needed more ways to be told we’re not enough?! Personally I think it’s appalling that brands are even allowed to do things like this. There should be a size chart that they all HAVE to stick to consequently making it much easier for all of us consumers. I know there are things like material that need to be taken into consideration when buying clothes as some is stretchier than others but the fact that in the photographs for this post I’m wearing clothing that apparently ranges in 10 whole sizes is pretty misleading and destructive.
I’ve heard of certain brands purposely reducing their sizing because they don’t want ‘bigger people’ representing them which I think is pretty all round disgusting if I’m honest. Why start up a fashion brand that discriminates? Or any brand at all for that matter. It’s as if they’re dehumanising people for carrying a few extra lbs. Someone should never be made to feel any less of a person or any less important because of something as silly as their size. I’ve noticed more and more retailers doing it recently too and it’s such a huge shame.
The effects of this can also be really quite dangerous and triggering for anyone that has or does suffer with an eating disorder or something like body dysmorphia. Thinking you’re one size and walking into a store to have a label tell you you’re actually at least one, maybe two or three sizes bigger can set you back so much in recovery. It can also set you back massively on a journey to self-love, which is one journey I think we can all say we’re on.
Despite probably being in the best relationship I have ever been with my body, I still have really bad days. Luckily for me, they don’t come as often anymore and I feel more confident than I ever have. Because of this, the size of the clothes I wear doesn’t really bother me much anymore as long as they look nice. I can say for sure that if I was sporting a “size 20” a year back, I would’ve been in pieces and refused to buy it out of embarrassment. Not that I’m saying there’s anything wrong with being a size 20 at all but when you’re used to picking up a size 12/14 it can be a huge knock. Just like if someone that was used to being a size 20 had to purchase a size 26 or above or a size 6 lady had to purchase a 12. Also, why does the term “plus-size” even exist? That’s a whole other topic and rant I’ll save for a future post.
I’d love to hear of your experiences with high street sizing and how you feel about them. Have they knocked your confidence or made you feel bad about yourself? Which brands do you steer clear of because of their shameful high street sizing?