A brief side note on the further woes of Megan and pants shopping:

Just when I had found a size and cut that actually work on my bottom-heavy self, I learn the sorrows of length. I've spent so much time listening to other girls complain about having to cuff or hem their pants without understanding their problem. I have now lost sympathy for them altogether, as I struggle to find trousers of a sufficient length to not look like highwaters on me. At least they have the option of shortening their pants. Call me tall, call me bitter, call me out of proportion, just fork over some pants that actually fit. That is my plea to clothing manufacturers everywhere.