Okay, so my new release is Real Women Don't Wear Size 2. Since the book hit the shelves, I've received loads of emails from women saying "Amen!" And then there's the few (less than 5) from women who say, "Oh, I'm a Size 2, but I'm real."
Now, I never EVER wore a 2. I can't say that I've known a ton of people who have, though my agent is in that number (the book is dedicated to her, even though she is obviously NOT a real woman). She is tiny. I mean liiiiiiiiittle. If you ever meet her (Caren Johnson with Firebrand Literary -- www.firebrandliterary.com), you'll see what I mean. But she's got enough energy for a small army (most tiny people do, don't they?).
I had a book signing last weekend, and a guy bought the book and, with a grin, he said, "My wife wears a 2. I like it." Yeah, well, what was I supposed to say to that? And then I could tell that he kind of backed up and "sized" me up. Hello. That's SO not politically correct, and I was very glad I had on a jacket.
Truth -- as a pre-teen, I went straight from a little girl's size 14 (isn't that it -- 14 is the biggest little girl size? -- I have teen boys now so I'm clueless) to a size 7. And then, naturally, I went up. Don't even think I'm going to tell you how many digits up I've gone. That's just none of your business.
So, here's the question -- are you a real woman? And if you aren't, i.e., you wear a 2 or
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