Hello Skinny Latte readers.
Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Philippa's new size 10 jeans. I wanted to write and tell you all how happy I am that we're together, at last!
You know, it's so funny, there was a time when Philippa believed, and was told, that she'd never be a size 10. She was a big girl, she had childbearing hips, the size would be too unnatural on her, and with her build and her genes she should just accept that she'd always be a 14, possibly a 12 if it was a generous fit.
And she was ok with that. She had been too skinny before, and had fitted into a couple of size 10's, and frankly it wasn't the best look for her, and nor was it maintainable, because she went from one extreme to the other in terms of diet and exercise. She hadn't yet learned what she knows now. So she was fine with being a 14-16, until they turned into 18's and 20's. Her size 18 jeans had holes in the crotch and between the legs, from where her thighs had rubbed together, after only a couple of months of wear! She couldn't bring herself to buy size 20 jeans, so she bought men's jeans instead - as if somehow being in a different sizing system would supress the reality of how big she really was.
Once the mens size 40's started getting tight, that was when she knew things had to change. In April last year, getting into size 10 hadn't even occurred to her. She just wanted to get into women's size 16's! And as the months went by and the weight came off, she progressed to men's size 36, then Sportsgirl size 16's, then her skinny sister's size 12's. She was so happy when she could fit into them! Then they started getting looser, and looser, and she couldn't wear them without a belt. She started to think.... is it possible, that I might be able to fit into size 10 jeans?
I saw Philippa walk into Just Jeans last Friday night and I knew, I just knew, that I'd be going home with her, because the time had come! She picked up a pair of size 11's first, and I was thinking "no, no, pick me!" But off she walked, put them on, and showed them to Ash, who said they were nice but a bit big. Finally, I was plucked off the pile and taken to the dressing room. A perfect fit, just as I knew I would be :)
You should have seen Philippa's face. She kept checking the tag to make sure it was right - thinking that maybe the seamstress might have sewn a size 10 label into a pair of size 12's or 13's instead... but no. I'm a size 10, through and through. "Take me home!" I said. And she did.
She wore me to the football the next day, and on Sunday night, and I reckon she might wear me to work this Friday too! I hope she doesn't wear me out too quickly, but I want her to savour every moment of wearing me, the impossible dream jeans. In fact, I don't think I was even a dream, I was an unattainable object of impossibility.
You should see her, she's just besotted with me. There's just something so special about being able to fit into a size 10, if all your life you've been told that you'd never get there. And with us jeans, we're cheeky buggers and sometimes are cut too small depending on where you go, and we're not cut for every woman's shape either so frankly buying us can be a pain in the bum, so it's an even sweeter victory for her in that respect, I think.
Philippa still has her size 40 jeans, in a bag somewhere in the garage. I think she's just keeping them to remind herself of exactly how big she used to be, of where she never wants to be again. I've seen them - they're big enough to cover Tasmania when it rains! But she'll never fit into them again, now she has me. We're a perfect fit :)
Bye for now,
Philippa's Size 10 Jeans
PS: Here's a picture of the two of us!