Not Flattering

So, I was at Target the other day scouring the clearance maternity racks. I had a $3 coupon for Liz Lange Maternity in hand (You can print one from their website if you’re in the business for maternity apparel. I think it doesn’t expire until the end of February.) and was bound and determined to find something that a) Fit b) Looked good and c) was cheap. I found a top in a size larger than I usually wear (I’m really hoping outgrowing my maternity clothes means I’m nearing the end) and tried it on over my clothes right at the rack. (Don’t judge, the dressing room scene isn’t the most friendly scene for a mother and a toddler, but let’s not go there. Not today anyway.) I looked at myself in one of the mirrors they had in the area and was HORRIFIED. I looked like a whale. I took the shirt off and hung it back on the hanger and checked my reflection to make sure my hair didn’t look any more disheveled than when I’d arrived at the store. To my dismay, I discovered that I also looked huge in the outfit I’d put on that morning. I really hadn’t thought I’d looked that bad when I’d checked myself in the mirror before loading Cooper into the car. I was about to start feeling super depressed when I noticed that there was a huge difference in the reflection of a pair of pants in the mirror compared to what they looked like hanging on the rack. I grabbed the shirt I’d previously tried on and headed out of the Maternity and Plus Size area and into the Junior’s Section. I located a mirror, retried the shirt and breathed a sigh of relief. Sure, I looked like a pregnant gal with a really big belly, but I didn’t look ginormous.  I’m not sure what kind of cruel joke Target is trying to play, but I’m not sure how they expect to move any of their Plus Size or Maternity clothes with a fat mirror in the department.