For a long time I shopped from the shoulders up. I would find a dress with a neckline I liked, hold it against me in the mirror, and quietly not think about what happened around the middle. Then I would get it home, put it on properly, and feel it catch across the widest part … Read more
We still remember the fitting room. The dress slid over the hips just fine, and then it gaped a good two inches at the waist, and we stood there doing quiet maths on whether a belt could rescue it. It couldn’t. We bought it anyway. It lived at the back of the wardrobe for three … Read more
You know the exact second it happens. You’re standing in the kitchen, someone snaps a photo, and before you’ve even seen it your hand has already gone to the front of your dress — pulling the fabric down, smoothing it out, holding it half an inch away from your middle. You spend the whole lunch … Read more