Meet Little Lavi
My wonderful and hilarious friends sent me this Little Enid doll when I was living half a world away after college. They even repackaged the box to say Little Lavi. I may have had a similar haircut and black rimmed glasses. Long live the 90s. Okay, so it was the super-early aughts by then. You know how decades go, style-wise.
Now meet not-so-little Lavi.
Yup, there I am. Well, I am much more than an outline. But as far as outlines go, that is definitely mine.
This isn’t a blog about body image, but if I’m going to post back to back articles of my near-nude image, it’s kind of unavoidable not to go there. This has always been my shape. When I skied and ran regularly, I had those hips. When I ate too many dumplings and drank too much vodka, I had those hips. The circumference changed, but the shape remained. I’ve hated them, I’ve lived with them, I’ve enjoyed them. My sisters, god bless ’em, never let me forget that they are there. (I love you ladies. I do. Go publish your own blog if I’ve offended.)
I don’t know if I’ll actually use the croquis to draw garments onto. That’s not really how I work, I’m not a designer in that sense. But I may do so, you never know. I definitely think this was a useful exercise, regardless. I learned that a Wacom tablet should be delivered to my door immediately. Free of charge.
And after analyzing my body map, I’m kind of proportional. Hips and all. This took forever, or at least it seemed to because I was freezing and stiff from standing still. So, the outline is a bit wonky in places. But look at that! Short waist, confirmed. Thing is, my armpits are about the same amount higher from “normal” as my waist, so I don’t look too wonky. Interestingly, my full hips are only 3/4″ lower that the halfway line. So they’re low, but not as low as I’ve always imagined. Combined with the short waist, there is a lot of length between my narrow and wide bits. And while I’m definitely bottom-heavy, I always thought my shoulders were really narrow, making it appear much worse. Apparently they are only slightly narrower than my full hips. Huh, who knew? My tilted waist and shoulders show proof of the muscle pain that pops up in my right side. And that I need to keep up with stretching and posture self-correction. As does the inch in height I’ve lost! Ack! You’re supposed to shrink at 60, not 30.
When I initially stepped away from the wall, I exclaimed how short the outline looks. I feel 5 inches taller in the world than the outline indicates. A good friend is several inches shorter than me, and she once mentioned she never feels short. I don’t think of her as short either, though I’m aware of a height difference while standing side by side. It’s fascinating how we carry around visions of ourselves moving through time and space, yet another’s perception is completely different.
Findings: short waist, swayback, long hip, full outer thigh (full hip is in the thigh area), curved upper back, full-ish bust, low butt.
In conclusion, while I may not love every aspect of my current shape, I love who I am. That doesn’t mean I’ll give up healthy eating and exercise. Likewise, I’ll try to stop wishing I lived in some other body. Sewing is a vital skill to enable feeling great about the clothes you live in. And hey, if some other short-waisted, swaybacked, long-hipped, full-outer-thighed, curve-backed, full-busted, low-bottomed woman sees this and realizes she’s got a sewing sister, I’m all the happier.
Oh, one more thing. I love reading the advice in fitting guides, if only for the hilarity. When all of my non-average forces are combined, the flattering/unflattering styles & detail suggestions contradict. So the ultimate, final conclusion: throw all that out the window and wear what makes you feel fabulous.