Do I Look Fat in This?  Fashion Is King  Even when I was a
little girl, I knew exactly how I felt about clothes: I loved
them! I had my favorite T-shirt (cowgirl riding a horse), and I
wasn't afraid to tell whoever was in charge of dressing me
exactly what I wanted to wear. I knew instinctively as I grew
older what I wanted to put on my body, and it was usually
determined by what felt good. Cotton, good. Polyester, bad. And
for a while it was that simple... comfort was king. Then I hit
those invariably rough preteen years, and my attitude toward
clothing changed completely.  I had already started to dislike
my body at 11 and was dieting regularly by 12, and so by the
time the fashion-conscious years of 13 and 14 came around, I
identified clothes as a dire necessity that impacted my everyday
existence as a teenager. I saw clothes in two shades: those that
fit and those that didn't. And so I began my love affair with
sizing and numbers before I had even mastered long division.  I
became attached to the sizes of