It was no fluke.

So, I went shopping last night for a few cute new things - it was necessary, believe me. So I got home from work, dropped off the mail, grabbed Allison's car key and took off. Thankfully, the world was traffic free (yay!) and I got to the mall by like 5:45. It was great. So I park easily (I was having great travel karma!) and get in the mall, make a beeline for Torrid, get inside and... ahhhh. Such cute clothes everywhere. Love it. So I start grabbing things to try on - a few skirts, some tops, a shrug or 2; you know, the usual. I gather my million size 18 things and I begin the trying on session. The first skirt gets put on - it is way cute but it just fits weird. The back kinda sticks out too much and stuff. I put my hands on the waistband and realize I can gather it quite a bit. I had a moment in the dressing room where I was just like, "Wait. No way. I think I need a... a size 16?!" It was so cool. I went out into the store and grabbed a 16 off the rack, brought it back in and, yep. It fit perfectly. I am so excited. I could probably squeeze into a 14 if I needed to. Not comfortably but still. Wow.