One Size Fits Most

       What's better than online shopping? Your favorite store is in the privacy of your own home (or cubical if you are anything like me). It completely eliminates the hassle of rummaging through a crowd of people who may be scouting out the same chiffon blouse as you are. But what happens to the 'one size fits all' garment that doesn't fit? This is my current dilemma.
      With the fall fashions taking over the shopping scene, a pair of essential leggings is a must. But for a woman like me, with a larger behind, the simple task of buying spandex-like pants is quite the endeavor. Typically, 'one size fits all' in a perfect world, is supposed to fit all body types but for some reason, my pear shape doesn't fit into this category. Now what?

       There is nothing like flaunting what your mama gave you but there is something about tight leggings on girls that really grinds my gears, ESPECIALLY when they are sheer. Don't forget ladies, nobody wants to see your downstairs mix up so wear something long enough to cover your 'chuckalina' as Milania Giudice would say.

     Getting the long awaited package from Forever21 is a feeling I am very familiar with, but once you tear through the layers of plastic wrappings and try on the desired leggings that couldn't fit over the butt that was so generously handed down to you (thanks mom), a gigantic let-down starts to sink in. The outfit you had planned for the night is clearly not happening because of the self-conscience feeling that has come over your esteem which stops you from wearing anything remotely form fitting. 

     So once again, I find myself online shopping to find yet another pair of leggings I can wear that doesn't cut off the circulation to my thighs. To be clear, I am not blogging for pity, but for my frustration of sizes that are supposed to fit all. By wallowing on , I have noticed a sling of size zero models that sport the very clothes my size ten self is trying to buy.

       I have recently seen a website that describes their type of leggings as 'one size fits most' which I consider to be very fitting (no pun intended). How does a company dub a stretchy material item as universal when the very clientele that wants to buy it cannot fit into the damn thing? The models used to wear these garments are flawless without any extra fat on their bodies. I was recently told by my roommate that I should celebrate my big booty but I find it difficult when I am faced with the challenge of getting my size. I don't want to have a wardrobe malfunction like Paris Hilton did in a photo I found on

       To conclude, my five hundred plus word rant proves absolutely nothing because I am still online shopping (literally) for clothes girls half my size are modeling. No matter what size, style doesn't care if you can't fit into the desired fashions. Part of the fun of shopping is the chase. Sure, any girl can look cute with an over-sized chiffon blouse with faux leather leggings, but finding the ones that compliment your figure is the challenge. Nobody said being stylish was easy. With a bit of patience and determination, the perfect fall wardrobe can be achieved. 

To Each Her Own

        Well friends, I did it. This is the beginning to a blog that I, along with my twin sister, have created to help break down the confines as to what is thought to being perfect. In a society that focuses on all things perfect, I am here to ground our day dreaming selves back to reality. For the girls who fall in the cracks of being overweight or skinny, flawless or flawed, insane or normal (whatever normal is), I hope to help bridge the gap between the many social stigmas. 

     Why me you ask? Firstly, I have been raised by a ginormous Italian clan who constantly makes me, along with every family member, aware of their flaws. (Out of love of course, right?) My size-ten-pant-wearing-self can be a bit sensitive to the harsh realities of their comments, especially in a culture that revolves around a Sunday dinner table. Secondly, my epilepsy has affected my way of life both mentally and socially. The mentality that comes along as someone diagnosed with a disorder can be extremely disheartening. My social life is constantly dampened because of the sporadic possibility of having a seizure, especially when drinking is involved. I admire every twenty-something year old that doesn’t have to worry about taking pills twice a day.

      I am an emotional eater, selfie loving, hot tempered Italian who needs an outlet to connect with those who been stuck in a limbo of being average, (which isn’t necessarily a bad thing). Everyone has their own perception of what being perfect is. Accepting yourself can only be achieved by embracing the body and mind that were dealt to you. So that is why I am jumping into the never ending, black hole of the blogosphere to help break down the boundaries the word ‘perfect’ has on beauty and everyday life.