You guys know I love me some Lulu. That sentence is probably so grammatically butchered, but whatever. This is a running blog, not a grammar blog. Something got me thinking that I wanted to share here. I’m part of a private Facebook group, and the other day one of the women asked what everyone’s favorite piece of Lululemon clothing was – or something to the effect of, “if you could only own one thing from Lululemon, what would it be?” Amongst all the answers (the Align pant, duh), a commonly shared piece of advice was to size up one or two sizes.
I would completely agree on the sizing advice, by the way.
Coming from struggling with disordered eating and body dysmorphia – like I get the impression that MANY women do – I found it awesome and interesting the way the women in the group all seem to do as I do with this sizing thing. They just accept that they are 1-2 sizes larger in Lululemon than literally ANY OTHER brand, and go with it.
If I was size “x” instead of “y” in any other brand, I’d freak out and feel like I had gained weight, or I would beat myself up over being a size that I don’t want to be. And I also probably wouldn’t buy it, because I’d have to look at that number every time I put that item on. But for some reason it is okay with this particular brand, probably because it has always been that way. They snuck up on us and convinced us to not care about size numbers with their flattering pants and thumb holes! The nerve.
There is no freaking out amongst women – as least the ones I know who love Lululemon – about “oh I am a size # whatever and that means something negative about my body type!”
Running in full Lululemon haha!
Now I’m not saying any brand’s particular size chart is right or wrong. I’m just pointing out that for me, I really dissociate my feelings about my body in regards to a number in this instance, and it is surprising. It is kind of freeing in a way. I vary between three different sizes at Lululemon, and I have very little emotional attachment to those numbers. I just get whatever size feels most comfortable.
I strive to feel that way about the scale. I know it would be even better to not feel the need to weigh myself, but it is something I’m working on. I am such a neurotic little soul, any glimmer of progress on this topic I’m going to pat myself on the back. Any probably go buy more workout clothes as a reward.
P.S. When I was writing this, I wondered what happened to the CEO of Lululemon that made all the horrible pig headed body shaming remarks when they came out with see through pants on accidents a while ago. Apparently, he’s now the Ex-CEO, and this article will give you the scoop.
On a lighter note, check out my sweet socks from yesterday. I don’t remember when or where or why I have them, but they crack me up. I think it is funny wearing them to a business meeting where no one knows how ridiculous my calves would look if they were not in boots. I found them for you guys here in case you wanted to wear ridiculous socks too.
One other important item – I made the Wild West Recovery salad from Run Fast Eat Slow again for my lunches this week. Only this time, I added diced green apple. It was a super tasty add and I was really overly proud of myself.
Happy Hump Day!