Seriously. Ask Gwendolyn. She was there. She helped me get the pants buttoned. They fit great…you know…except the button was really weird and hard to manage so I didn’t buy them…or that’s the story and I’m sticking to it and Gwendolyn is sworn to the Female Code of Secrecy that comes when you enter into dressing rooms together. But whatever girls! I got into a SIZE FOUR!  Amazing! (And don’t ruin it for me by telling me that they are putting smaller numbers on clothing so a 4 is really a 6 and a 6 is really an 8, etc. I already KNOW that in my heart of hearts. Let my head have the glory right now! Ha!)

Gwendolyn – you should know – I don’t even let my Mom share a dressing room with me!!