Where do I go from zero?

Went into retailer J. Jill today searching for some work pants. Yes, i work. The salesperson brought me a size 0. Not a size O (as in L, M, N, O, P), but a ZERO, as in nada, zilch, nothing--a big fat doughnut!! Which is exactly what I may eat to celebrate this "Oh-zero-wow!" moment.

Now, I'm not a big girl, but I'm not a skinny minny either. And I am most assuredly NOT a size zero! Honestly, J. Jill, if I'm a zero, then my good friend Andi, whose teneey tiny, must be a size (-)4. Are they making pants in minus sizes now? Or is there a new category coming out, like junior adult? Can Andi shop at J. Jill? I mean, it's been a long time since I shopped, but as I slid into my size 0's, I wondered, "Where do I go from zero?" Could be sticky..........like sticky bun sticky! Dark (chocolate) territory for sure.

I propose retailers, or Congress, or someone make some efforts for size reform--kinda like the credit card companies are having to spell out the consequences of holding $10,000 debt and paying only the minimum each month. You end up paying like, $37,000 by the time your said and done. Ok fine! I'll do it. I propose this blog entry as the beginning of size reform.

This size ZERO thing is ridiculous. I understand marketing, and most of it, I'm guilty of buying into. Dove isn't soap--its a beauty bar. I get it! No harm done. Cheetos are made with "all natural oil." Well, that's pushing the limit, but its relatively harmless. We're not really gonna ever believe that neon orange crap is healthy. BUT SIZE ZERO?! I've always been a size 6 and leading me to believe I'm a size zero could potentially lead me down a very narrow dwindling path that ironically has me celebrating with hot Krispy Kreme O's every week! And then what? I become a 2? Where does it end? Will the retailers make another size-mic shift into negative digits just to make me feel better when I'm asking the flight attendant for a seat belt extender? "But stewardess! I'm only a size 4!" (Sorry, I don't know the pc term for those people on the plane. Actually I do, but it doesn't sound as good.)

When I was 7 years old, or 10, I used to buy clothes to grow into. Now I'm just praying not to grow out of them! J. Jill isn't helping. And they're not the only ones. J. Crew does it, too. Is it something to do with stores starting with the letter "J."

Here's the take away. Save those jeans from college, (unless you fell victim to the freshman 15.) Use them as a barometer, or thermometer, or some-mometer to measure reality. Crazy times call for crazy measures. And size Zero is crazy.