Perception is...

Having packed the last of the size 12s (about a UK 14 and an US 8) into a bag to give away one has started to reflect on a few things. The first is that if we want to become a global village then we are really going to have to rectify the shocking sizing standards we employ between countries. Not one sizing chart on the web actually agrees with each other. It makes buying online and indeed between companies nearly impossible.

The second thing is that they say with weight loss that it takes two week before we notice a difference, a month before our friends notice and three months before the rest of the world notices. Have to be honest and say so far it's happened in reverse and frankly, when looking in the mirror, one can't see any difference between the size 12 and the size 10 until one puts the clothes on. In fact one is starting to suspect that perception is a sick and twisted thing that shouldn't be trusted...

That brings us to Him. Against one's better judgement one is going to admit publically that He is better at picking clothes for one small slave than one would like to admit. He has a good grasp of a petite frame... except for that denim belt. That one will never admit to... besides it's downright draughty in places. Might one add it is draughty in mostly the places that a skirt shouldn't have wind whistling around L

What one can't quite work out is if He really has nailed the clothing thing or if one has just been massaged into accepting his perceptions of what looks good. Some feminist theorists have said that women tend to only see themselves through other's eyes. And one isn't convinced that this isn't what this is about. Seeing His approval reinforces the idea that something looks good, just as that look reinforces the idea that item shouldn't be bought.

And ultimately does it matter? Shouldn't His perceptions be the only ones that count?

Meh some days there are more questions than answers...