I think it’s time we had a little talk, "One Size Fits All." See, I'm a bit confused because you say that your clothes will fit anyone. While that may be true in a world where every girl is a size two, with a flat chest, thin waist and a thigh gap, I have some news for you. We don’t live in a world with a singular definition of beauty. You pride yourself on being made in the USA, boasting it proudly on signs and clothes tags but don’t you know that the USA does not come one size fits all? Your version of the USA is the tiniest waist, longest legs, and flat stomachs. But my version comes in big breasts, beautiful curves, thick thighs, and belly rolls. There is no one right version. We, as females have never and will never be one size fits all, so why is it that you’re trying to stick every girl in the same mold? Newsflash! Everything I am does not fit prettily into cotton crop tops and spandex made for girls half my size.

Now I am not saying I’m guilt free. I’ve bought your keychains, and your hats. But even though my keys will fit your rings, my waist will never fit your shirts. The circumference of my head may equal your hats but my big beautiful mind will never fit your mold.

Here’s the problem. By telling me your clothes are one size fits all, you’re telling me that since they don’t fit me, if I am not all, inherently I am none.

As women, our beauty is equal but our sizes definitely are not. You are telling girls they are pretty, as long as pretty fits their minimalistic marketing scheme. Do you know what it feels like to try on every style of shirt in the store and leave empty handed because nothing fit? It destroyed me. It made me feel like I was not enough. Not skinny enough, not pretty enough, not trendy enough. But then I realized something. It wasn’t me at all. You are not enough. Your clothes will never be enough fabric to cover me because they were not made for me. They were made for the girls working at your counter, each tall, skinny, and beautiful. The little girl inside of me will stare at them and wonder why does she not look like them. She thinks that she is all alone.

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But she's not.

I am an athlete. My thick thighs and wide shoulders are the marks of a swimmer. I like to eat just as much as the next girl. My pudgy stomach and large arms can attest to that. As females we bear different waistlines and various shapes but that does not make one more beautiful. Beauty is not in the size of your clothes. Beauty is in the scar you have on your leg from when you fell down trying to walk in heels for the first time. Beauty is in the stretch marks of a new mother. Beauty is in the curly hair of a beautiful women. It's in the straight blonde hair of the teenage girl. It's in the messy bun of the college student on her way to class. It's in the strong arms of the girl who was the first female wrestler in her school. It's in the bumps and bruises that adorn our bodies showing that we have lived. No women is one thing, one experience, one thought so why do you expect us all to be one size?

I am done with making myself smaller. I will be as large as the clouds that fly above my head. I will be as loud as the rumble of the subway beneath my feet. I will be huge, gigantic, enormous.

So if you cannot make clothes that fit all that I will be then I don't want them anyway.

Sincerely,

The Girl Who Wasn't Made to Fit Your Mold