Okay, so I didn’t actually cry, but I was pretty bummed.
Like I said on the MyMommyVents Instagram page (you are following @MyMommyVents, right? Of course you are.), every woman knows that the most wonderful time of the year is when you can redeem your city cash at New York and Company. Thanks to my need to look like an actual person when I leave my house, I managed to rack up $105 in city cash–or, seven $15 off coupons to frolic with.
I was all set to outfit myself in the ladylike but sexy stuff I had seen in the store window and on the NY &Co website. I visited the three story store on Lexington Avenue, which just happens to be on my route to work (all a part of their evil plot to take all my money!) during my lunch break. Blouses, dresses, and jackets–oh my! I made my way to the fitting room with overflowing arms.
Here’s some of what I tried on.
See how nice they all look? How polished and put together? I looked nothing like that. The sweater hung on me like a wet paper bag. The sassy red dress? I just looked weird. And that fly striped number? Wasn’t happening. Straighter styles tend to kick up in the back and make my butt look like a tent pole. It was around that time my eyes started sweating.
It hurt that nothing I had picked out fit me. It’s taken me a while to even be able to fit into New York and Company clothes, and now most of my work and weekend wear is from them. Those cute statement necklaces you see in my Twitter pictures? New York and Company. I had gone through all three levels from the basement on up (started from the bottom now we here), and ended up leaving with nothing but a bad attitude. I seriously considered giving away all my city cash.
After having two babies, my body isn’t what it used to be. Things are arranged a little differently than they used to be. There are stretch marks where there used to be smooth skin. There’s a little more jiggle in my wiggle (cue Jason Derulo and Snoop). I never knew it was possible to feel fat and skinny at the same time. My belly still looks like there’s a baby somewhere in there, and my skinny legs have remained skinny. It’s hard to shop when you’re feeling more frustrated with your body at (almost) 32 years old than you did at 16.
Lucky for me, my supervisor is also a New York and Company fiend (she had more coupons than I did!). She convinced me to go back to the store and make the most of my city cash. As a mother of three herself, she knows a thing or two about after baby bodies and the feelings that come with them. She also knows how to shame you for wasting good coupons.
I returned to the store, setting a budget for my fall fashion. I gathered up another armful of shirts, jackets, jeans, and skirts to try on, resolving to get something I liked. I figured out that everyone’s got some kind of body issue, whether it’s skinny legs or a gap in their teeth or whatever. Tyra Banks had skinny legs. They called Kimora a giraffe. So maybe I’ll never be a supermodel, but I can treat the sidewalk like a runway. Heck, Beyonce wears Spanx, too.
This time, I left New York and Company with an even sassier leather panel dress (thanks to my girls who I texted pics to who told me it was good), blouses, and another cute necklace. I managed to spend each and every single one of my city cash coupons. Now it’s my husband’s turn to cry.
I’m adding this post to the Rattles and Heels link up and the Fashion a La Mode link up.
[disclaim]Pictures are courtesy of the New York and Company website. And that classmate of mine on Facebook.[/disclaim]