I just read an interesting news story. It’s about how clothing sizes really mean nothing at all. There’s no regulation system, no rules, no laws; nothing to make it so designers and clothing companies have to say that a size six is whatever measurements.
That wasn’t always true, though. There was a government regulated board until 1983 that regulated clothing sizes to measurements. It was brought about during WWII as a way to make military uniforms standardized. But it was shut down in 1983 because the measurements they used didn’t match with the average American body anymore. So now there’s nothing telling designers and clothing companies what a size six, four, twelve, or any other size is. So they often size up smaller sizes to make people feel better but it leads to confusion as this excerpt from the article states:
“I wear a size two in Ann Taylor, a four in Banana Republic, a six in Old Navy, a four at Coldwater Creek and a friend told me about Chico’s, but told me I would have to look at a size zero,” she says. “I never like size zero—it’s encouraging people to be waifs. That doesn’t make me feel good.”
Stuff like this is why I find clothing shopping to be so upsetting and triggering. I’ve run into the problem of knowing I was size whatever a few months or a year ago but then I don’t fit that size anymore. I thought it was my body betraying me but it’s actually the clothing industry playing tricks.
Anyway, here’s the article: