I think I got ahead of myself. I thought it was so awesome, that those size 16 black jeans fit, and they do. But I tried on the same size, same brand of jeans hanging in my closet, and they're too tight! It's like the black jeans were mislabeled. I think they're really a size 18. I don't think it's a case of vanity sizing (thank you, Apis), but it's possible. But no matter, I'm still happy with my progress.
Which leads me to have some more thoughts on vanity sizing. What is the deal? Are we women so vain, so sensitive, that we can't handle it if we really are a size 12, instead of a true size 6? Just give it to me straight, I say. Otherwise, being a size 6 has no meaning, anyway. I'm not a baby, I can handle the truth. In a roundabout way, it reminds me of a talk by Julie B. Beck, the Relief Society General President, in the last General Conference, where she quoted Eliza R. Snow, who said, "Women should be women and not babies that need petting and correction all the time." So man up, already! Or, woman up, as the case may be. We're strong women, we can take it!