Tree sizes? Really???
Yep, really. Throughout most of my life I've had a secret-- my weight. I always thought that I had a talent for pulling the wool over everyone's eyes on this subject. People seemed to think I was smaller than I knew myself to be. I was a master of deception. I had everyone fooled.
It was pretty easy to mask my weight. I wore flattering clothes and never gave the impression that I was concerned about how I looked. With the exception of a few close friends and family, I really didn’t talk about my perception of my body with anyone.
Things would get tricky every now and then when a friend (who was clearly smaller than me) asked to borrow one of my tops that they liked. I handed over the garment with one hesitation in mind… well, she’s going to see the size and know that I must be bigger than she thought!
Though it didn’t come up that often, the other sticky situation was when someone tried to pick me up. No siree! That is NOT happening. How could I possibly hide all the weight if someone actually tried to lift me? These legs and booty are no joke people. You’ll get way more than you bargained for.
Last fall I was attempting one of the biggest shams of all: hiding my weight while wearing a bathing suit. This mainly involves holding my body a certain way while standing, or while not standing, sitting slightly laid back (or lying down). And if at all possible, the help of a cover-up is always welcome. So I went to the store in search of the perfect garment to conceal my goods.
It was fall, so beach and poolside cover-ups weren’t readily available. I decided to go with the next best thing that caught my eye, an over-sized tank on the clearance rack. It was lightweight, fit me like a short dress, and even had some appropriate cut-outs which made it look like it may have actually been meant as a cover-up. I purchased it and went home feeling pretty good about my clever choice.
A few days later, on our weekend trip, I pulled out my new garb to throw it on and go to the lake. I immediately noticed the tag. The size was three sizes larger than the size I usually see in my clothes. I searched for a pair of scissors. That size had got to go! What if my tag was hanging out and someone saw it? My secret would be revealed.
While I scoured the Airbnb, I realized how ridiculous the whole situation was. I was letting my clothes dictate how I felt about my body even when I knew I intentionally bought that particular item at a larger size. I was a little appalled with myself… but I still cut out the tag.
Over the next few months and while developing Noya’s sizing chart something became clear to me; I wasn’t fooling the world about my weight. The world was fooling me. I had allowed material items, brands, and societal “norms” to influence my own reality. My perception of my body had been affected at a profound level. So I decided to make a change and it started with Noya.
While sizing is necessary at a functional level, it should not hold the power that it does. It is only a tool to find clothes that fit, it does not define us as people on any level. Numbers, letters, tree types, who cares? That’s why you’re a beautiful aspen or an oak at Noya. It won’t solve all the ways the world fools us about our bodies. Not even close. But at least this way a tag won’t give you a panicked feeling to find a pair of scissors.
Tree sizes? Why not? At a basic level, the names we typically use for sizes are as arbitrary as sizes named after trees. We’ve all encountered the large in one brand that fits like a small in another. So, tree sizes? You bet. You’re not a number or a generic size, you are you. Love it. Own it. Don’t worry about the tag.