Hate to beat a dead horse, but today at work they gave us company shirts for our upcoming career fair and mine didn't fit. It was too short - looked like a belly shirt. If you had to limit the world down to one person you would least like to see in a midriff-baring shirt, I'm betting I would be the last one standing. It reminded me of my days at Fox and the Hound where the shirts were too short and I had to wear a maternity tank top underneath it. Well, guess who the shirt did fit? The 8-months-pregnant girl I work with.
The girls I work with tried to tell me it's because I'm tall, but I'm really not that tall. I'm 5'7" and only look to be 5'10" because I'm always in heels. That has absolutely nothing to do with a shirt not fitting me. I'm vulnerable, but not stupid. I'm chubby but not tall. I'm wearing my own shirt on Saturday without any company logos.