Dear Fashion:

You and I have always had an understanding. We very rarely are ever on the same page, but it's always been kind of a "you stay out of my way, I'll stay out of yours" relationship.

Recently, I had noticed a bit of a disturbing trend, where you make men's clothes tight. This has always been an issue with pants, because you insist on making pants that don't have enough room in the thighs and butt, forcing me to buy pants with larger than necessary waists. It has made me mad, but I've been able to work around it. In the past couple years, this disturbing trend of making tight clothes has spread to shirts, forcing me to buy larger sizes than I have in the past in order to get the same "loose-but-not-overly-baggy" fit I like.

I know what you're thinking, Fashion. "In the past, Omar, you weren't as fat as you are now." First of all, shut your face. Second, you're right. I have gained weight over the past 5 years. However, I still have L and XL shirts from years ago that fit me now just like they did when I first bought them.

This weekend, I had to go buy a new winter jacket. My old Columbia jacket (size L, purchased in 2002) was in pretty bad shape. I like Columbia jackets, as they are warm and generally windproof. So I went to the store to look for a new one. I started with size L section, and I could barely fit in those. I went to XL, which sort of fit, as long as I didn't want to raise my arms more than 12 inches away from my sides. In order to get a jacket that fits just like my current size L jacket fits, I had to move to the XXL section. Two jackets, same brand, close to the same fit, two sizes different. I don't blame Columbia for this, I blame you for telling Columbia that tight is "in."

Fashion, you have tried to rattle my confidence in the past, when you told me my soccer-player thighs were too big or that my feet were too wide. But nothing you have ever done has made me feel quite so fat as I did this weekend, when you made me have to purchase an XXL jacket.

Our "understanding" is officially over. I hate you.

Sincerely,
Omar