H & M…we have officially broken up. But I will always I love, love, love H & M. Such a nifty little import from Sweden. There’s one on almost every corner in Manhattan and I have no problem imagining that the clothes are speaking directly to me. In my mind, I am a freakin’ rock star destined for a life of sequined t-shirts, cropped fur jackets and oversized satchels that carry my rock star accessories; sunglasses, lip gloss, I-phone and bottle of champagne–of course.
H & M Needs New Sizing
Yep…got a little more on the hips and around the middle than I had just a few years ago. I had a baby and I fell in love with Five Guys. No, not five different men but with the hamburger spot that is also taking over the world one pickle at a time. As I move closer to being called M’am than Miss, trying on clothes has really started to stress me out.
I love the Special K commercial that announces that I am much more than a number. Women in the clip try on jeans that say “Radiant” and “Confident.” I whole-heartedly vote for a new sizing policy that supports strengthening our self esteem. While browsing in H & M, I needed a dress that said, “Not So Bloated” or a skirt that said, “Pretty Good Since You Haven’t Seen The Gym In A While.”
Maybe that’s how I will shop from now on. No size checks. I’ll just bring whatever looks like it will fit into the dressing room and choose what fits best. If all else fails, I can still purchase my rock star satchel. No sizing necessary.
Stay Fly, Stay Fabulous and Rock On!
LA Drye is a workstyle specialist with a passion for all things related to Sistah Girls in the workplace. She most recently began waxing poetic about being a wife and a mom. When not ranting and raving here, she can be found on Twitter @ladrye or on FaceBook at www.facebook.com/washndrye
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