What seems like it will really help but in reality is one of the sources of the problem?
Just home from shopping for a dress/suit/something special for my son’s bar mitzvah. Nothing fit. Nothing looked good. Nothing was right. Ugh, if only I was a size smaller. A little trimmer. A little taller. A little bustier. A little less neurotic.
No problem. When I got home, I ate some chocolate.
I guess the good news is, I don’t have to worry about being in between sizes anymore.