I hate shopping! It BLOWS! In college it was bearable. I had my friends with me, telling me the honest truth about the potential purchase I was trying on, but now I have no choice but to fly solo. And it sucks. Everything I try on looks awful. At least, I think it looks awful. I don't actually know because I don't have a second opinion. Everything is either too big in the bust (because I'm more like a pear than an hour glass), too tight (whoever told retailers that roly poly girls like myself look good in leggings LIED!), or is too short (officially only carrying tall sizes through the website? Seriously?! Eff you too!).
Today I ventured out looking for a job interview outfit. Ultimately I'm wearing a dress I already own. That's how well shopping went. The clothes available to plus sized girls are just not acceptable. You either look like you're trying too hard or like your mother. That's it. There's no in between in the options out there. Covered in sequins or wearing a moo moo. Hmmm.... decisions, decisions.
I know the limited decisions I have are of my own doing. I know that, and I have to live with that every day. I just wish shopping wasn't such a suicide inducing experience. Is it so much to ask for a little dignity? And now, on top of the emotional toll I have to pay in front of the mirror, I can't even try on pants without first buying them and then paying for them to be shipped to me! And then I get to pay for return shipping for the ones that don't fit, and believe me, thanks to inconsistent sizing, some won't fit.
I didn't mean for this to turn into a rant, but this is how my day has been. I'll take reading over shopping any day.
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