Look, I know this isn’t my usual content but I’ll be damned if I don’t flip my two cents about this, because I know too many people who get sad when they see size adding up when they shop for clothes.
Clothing sizes don’t mean shit.
I’m a generous 40 in general, aka size 12 in the UK and 8 in the US. And I just squeezed my ass into a close-fitting 36 dress (8UK; 4US). And guess what, it fitted like a fucking glove. But I also have Large size dresses I barely fit in! I have Large size dresses in which I physically can’t lift my arms up!
As for pants, depending on the store, I’ll got from a 38 (10UK;6US) up to a 44 (16UK; 12UK). For shirts, I could be an XS in one store and a L in the store across the street!
Your body’s fine, boo, your body’s banging! It’s the fucken sizes that keep fluctuating, and you shouldn’t feel bad because stores can’t harmonise their sizes correctly! And even if you /did/ change sizes? Those size up pants look G.R.E.A.T on you, okay?
I’m sure you’re having a good hair day too, okay, bye.
Me at elementary school book fair: This book has a cool dragon on the cover let’s see how it is.
Reads story where the protagonist half flays his inner legs riding a dragon saddle-less, his uncle dies slowly and painfully by poison, and he goes nearly mad with grief and pain in the first quarter. The very first town he finds on his adventure was turned into a mountain of corpses with a spear impaled baby at the top. Liberally describes the results of horrifying torture. Has characters advocate killing enemies in cold blood. Has many cases of people dying via weapons, magic, and dragon mauling. Has back stories of child abuse.