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It’s hard to recall when I first felt depressed, because for a long time it was indistinguishable from my personality. As a child I was introverted. Giving and receiving physical or verbal affection made me uncomfortable. My parents divorced when I was 2, and for years I dated men twice my age in an attempt to fix my relationship with my father. I believe my depression started when I was just 7 years old.
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I was listening to yesterday’s podcast of Marketplace this morning. They mentioned in the story “Narrowing The Gap” that The Gap’s sales have declined for over fifteen straight quarters. No surprise to me.

I’ve been buying clothes at The Gap for about twenty years. I like the classic, slightly preppy look, which I used to be able to find there and at J. Crew. I’d be willing to bet that at least half of my wardrobe used to be from there.

But somewhere along the way we parted company. I’m pretty sure I can pinpoint when that was. It was about the time that The Gap decided to concentrate on clothing young, thin bodies, and I decided that I was too old to be showing my bare midriff.

I was in a Gap store a few years ago, browsing near another woman about my age. Neither one of us was what you would call overweight, but we weren’t stick thin. We each looked through a few racks and ultimately glanced around, shrugging, at the same time. We caught each other’s eye. I said, “Well, there’s nothing here for me.” She burst out laughing and said, “I know what you mean. I don’t think we’re their target market.”

A few months later I heard that The Gap was going to start making clothes for older women again. I said “Hallelujah” and waited eagerly for their collections to start moving back in my direction.

It didn’t really happen. Sure, they started making more tailored shirts. But they continued to focus on low and ultra low waisted pants. I can’t wear those, for crying out loud! Even before having my son, I felt that my midriff was no longer tight enough to be displayed. After having him, forget it. And how do you go to work with a bared midriff? Not where I work, that’s for sure. Even young, thin women in their twenties are unlikely to work somewhere that allows it.

And hello – baby boomers? The fastest growing segment of the population, right? Ignore them at your peril, retailers.

What’s especially weird is that The Gap is going for youngsters in complete defiance of what you would think is part of their strategy. They have Gap Baby and Gap Kids, right? So who do they think are buying those clothes? Parents and grandparents. Well, since you have them in the store already, shouldn’t you have some clothes that they might want to buy? Yes, I know that their clothes for men and women are targeted towards teenagers, and they’re the hot market, but let’s get real. Teenagers have those bodies for maybe ten, fifteen years. Adults have their post-perfect bodies for a lot longer.

What’s really ironic is that The Gap’s mission statement says that they want to “make it easy for you to express your personal style throughout your life.” Sure, as long as your life ends at thirty.

So now, according to the Marketplace story, they’re going to return to their roots this year – modern basics. All I can say is, if you don’t change over at least half of your bottoms to items that hit the natural waist instead of the hipbones, you can count me, and many other women, out of your stores.

Unless we’re independently wealthy, most of us spend a large part of our waking hours at work. Our “second homes” can contribute positively or negatively to our well-being. If you’re suffering from depression, its worth asking yourself if your job could be a factor, or even the sole cause.

Perhaps your job isn’t a good fit with your personality. I found over the years that, probably because of my Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, I get bored doing jobs that keep me any less than extremely busy. One temporary job I held required me to do nothing but sit at my desk and read for four out of five days, as my boss was traveling all but one day of the week. While some people would probably find that type of job relaxing, I was so unhappy that I dragged myself reluctantly to work each day.
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