Most of you are probably familiar with the movie (and maybe even the book) known as Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. The story follows four best friends and the pair of pants that magically fits all of them… despite the fact that they have completely different body types.
This movie came to mind a few days ago when I stopped at the mall to buy a new pair of pants. Now, let me begin this story by making one thing very clear: I hate shopping for pants. I love shopping for shoes, shirts, hats, and jewelry. But ask me to go shopping for pants, and I’ll say, “Hmmm, thanks, but I’m all set.” I’m not a glutton for punishment, and I know how hard it is to find pants that perfectly fit my thighs, butt, and hips.
The only problem is that I really, really need a new pair of pants for work, so I have no choice but to begin the frustrating process.
So there I was at JCPenny. And then I was at Sears. And soon I was browsing the shelves of Macy’s. (So sad that my mall no longer has a Gap). I must have tried on fifteen pairs of pants and hated every single one of them. Finally, I found a pair I liked… But the size 6 was too big and the size 4 was too small. So I obviously needed the non-existent size 5 or a bit of magic.
As I stood in the dressing room and tried to keep a tantrum from erupting, I thought about the movie. And I realized that as magical as it might be for a pair of pants to perfectly fit four different people, it would be quite magical to find a pair of pants that perfectly fit just me.