|If this were a dress, it would be so cute|
But really. The big thing I have against rompers is this. Say you are wearing a romper. And you are somewhere in public. And you realize you have to go to the bathroom. In order to relieve yourself, you will have to disrobe completely in the stall. Please allow that to sink in for a moment. You will be sitting there in nothing but your bra. And maybe not even that if you can get away with such things. Just sitting there. And in my head, at any moment, someone could come in and kick the door open and there I'd be, all hanging out in my birthday suit. No thank you.
|Exhibit A: Saggy Diaper Butt|
For one thing, they tend to give me Saggy Diaper Butt. I don't have much of a butt to begin with. It's not terribly wide & it's not terribly round. It's just sort of there and mostly flat. I have come to turns with my lack of derriere, but I find that rompers exasperate the situation. Especially when they have some sort of elastic bit around the midsection. It creates a blousing over my bum and then there's a gathering for the shorts part and it all comes together to form Saggy Diaper Butt.
And the other thing is really this. I don't like shorts. All summer long, I have tried on pair after pair after pair of shorts and I have yet to find a single pair that I thought were flattering. I'm sure someone else might look at them and say, "Oh, Sarah, stop being hyper critical" but if I don't think they are flattering, I'm not going to be comfortable and I'm not going to wear them. So at the end of the day, shorts are out. Which means that rompers are out. And I'm okay with that.