58. Perfect Fit

58. Perfect Fit

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Curvy & Confident

Perfect Fit

Once you accept the fact that you’re not perfect, then you develop some confidence.

~Rosalynn Carter

What a happy day. I’m doing a happy dance, because I have found jeans that fit. Yes, they’re curvy-fit jeans that stretch a little to fit. Thanks to 2% Spandex added to the denim, I sized down to one size smaller than I usually wear. There are those that call this vanity sizing, but in my mind, it’s a confidence booster. I now own these jeans in three colors: black, white and blue denim.

Growing up, I was often teased about my size. I was too tall, too fat, too different. My mom’s words of encouragement still linger with me: “It’s the size of your heart that matters, not the size of your clothes.” I have tried to live my life by that philosophy, but it hasn’t been easy.

I was ten years old when I experienced my first sleepless night and tear-stained pillow from agonizing over the realization that I was different.

It happened during Christmas break. My best friend and I were playing a game in my bedroom, while our mothers were in the kitchen having coffee and sharing sewing tips, ideas, patterns, and fabrics. “I know it’s easier for me to make a skirt for my petite daughter, but here’s a skirt pattern I think our daughters will love,” my friend’s mother said. “Look at this lovely soft, navy blue wool remnant I bought on sale. Since your daughter is taller and big-boned, do you think there’s enough fabric to make each girl a skirt?”

“Adjusting a pattern for my beautiful daughter isn’t difficult,” Mom replied. “All I have to do is add an inch or two here and there. There’s definitely enough material to make them matching skirts.”

After hearing every hurtful word, my eyes welled with tears, as I surmised being tall, big-boned and beautiful wasn’t a good thing.

“Don’t cry,” my friend said, “I don’t think you’re fat.”

From that day forward, I was grateful for my mom’s support as I struggled to fit in as the tall, big-boned girl with the pretty face. All through school, Mom was my champion. She insisted I ignore those who taunted me about my size. Eventually, I learned to do that, which helped build my confidence to participate in many school activities. I became an editor of the school newspaper, joined the glee club, performed in several school plays, and got good grades. Granted, I was still the tall, big-boned girl with the pretty face, but I no longer dwelled on my image in the mirror every day.

I’m doing a happy dance, because I have found jeans that fit.

Once I left the nest and was launched into adulthood, I chose a career in the corporate world of financial management. However, during the interview process, there were five other applicants seated with me in the front lobby. We were all seeking the same position. I wanted to get up and leave . . . all five applicants were attractive, petite women. How could I possibly be considered for the job? Suddenly, a sense of shame washed over me for having such negative thoughts. Quickly, I pushed them aside and one of Mom’s pep talks came to mind, “Take a deep breath. You’re smart, you’ve got this.”

Because of that nudge to bolster my self-esteem, I aced the interview. Not only did I land the job, but six months later I met my husband-to-be, who always preferred tall, big-boned, beautiful and confident women.

Today I modeled my new black jeans for my husband and he whistled softly, “Wow, those are a great pair of jeans.”

“They’re the new curvy-fit style,” I said as I performed an exaggerated runway strut.

My husband smiled. “There’s nothing wrong with being curvy, and I like curves.”

I love that man of mine for loving and accepting me for who I am. We’ve just celebrated thirty-eight years of wedded bliss. Indeed, we’re the perfect fit.

Even though many years have passed, my mom’s words of wisdom are still relevant today, “It’s the size of your heart that matters, not the size of your clothes.”

~Georgia A. Hubley

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