Who Needs Clothes Anyway?

I need to get this off my chest. I apologize if this is redundant to anyone, it's just on my mind right now.

I don't like to shop for clothes. Or shoes. This is mainly due to the fact that I am not a "normal" size. Technically, my girth is "average" per se, but my length is anything but. You know all those cute drop-waisted sweaters or dresses you see? They aren't drop-waisted on me. The hit at my waist. Or an empire waist with princess seams on a dress? (much like my wedding dress) Those seam lines hit right in the middle of my chest. No, I am NOT well-endowed, far from it actually.

The last time I bought jeans, I ordered them online because that is the only place where I can find extra long lengths. I love my jeans too, they fit great, and are super comfy.

I don't buy shirts anymore. I always have to buy a large or xl just to have extra length, and then I'm swimming in it every other way possible. Don't get me started on the whole modesty thing either. It bugs the snot out of me that in order to wear something even remotely in fashion (or even very out-dated) I have to wear an undershirt or some sort of cover-up. Why can't clothing designers make modest clothes? It's not that hard. It doesn't add that much fabric.

And shoes! Holy cow are shoes a nightmare! I can't buy shoes online because you never really know how they will fit. And shoes are only cute when they are a size 6-8. Heck, even 9's look better than my monstrous 11's. Not to leave out those who wear 10's, I feel your pain. I wore 10's my freshman year of high school. Half of my regular shoes are men's sizes and styles. I wear men's boots, pants, and jacket to work. So I like to feel like a woman at say, church, or on a date with my husband.

I haven't legitimately updated my wardrobe in years. I am still wearing skirts from high school. I just get really discouraged to look at clothes on the rack or online and know that the skirts that come to the model's knees would only go mid-thigh on me.

Here's where it gets a little mushy-gushy touchy-feely spiritual. After Women's Conference tonight, I know that I am not forgotten. Although it sure feels like it at times, I am remembered in Heavenly Father's eyes. Maybe when it was my turn to come to earth, I just got stretched during the transport.

I may be over 6 feet tall, but by golly, I love wearing my 4 inch heels to church!