Recently, it being summer and all, I went shopping for a bathing suit. I didn’t go to a fancy department store because there’s no way in hell they’ll have a bathing suit that can handle all my curves. I went to Torrid, the store where curvy girls get their fashion on. Well, I get there and low and behold they’re having a sale; all the bathing suits on the wall were 30% off. This was great. I wouldn’t have to spend $70 on a bathing suit.
I tried on the two piece that I wanted and a really cute halter one piece. The first size I picked up for both suits were a little small so I asked my friend to run out (he really deserves a gold metal for going clothes shopping with me, it can be a disaster) and grab me the next size up in both. As it turns out, they didn’t have the next size for the halter one piece, but he found me different sizes for a couple other bathing suits on the wall. Then the sales lady got in on the action because for some stupid reason boys aren’t allowed back near the dressing rooms even though he’s über gay and wouldn’t particularly enjoy the view. Of course, she brings me bathing suits that aren’t on sale, and of course they looked amazing because they have my size in these swimsuits, obviously I’m not the only one that liked the 30% off.
That’s when I got frustrated. I wanted a swimsuit, but I didn’t want to pay $70 for it. I bought my graduation dress ($75) from Torrid and the zipper started acting stupid the second time I wore it. And I didn’t want to shell out the dough AGAIN for a product that was only going to last me the summer at most. I didn’t mind when they were on sale cause it saved me some money and makes it feel less like I’m throwing away my money, but if I bought this suit I wouldn’t be saving any money. So, I did what any frustrated sensible person would do in my situation, I cried in the changing room.
I hate shopping for clothes. It doesn’t even matter if it’s a store for bigger people or not. To me, if you’re going to sell me outrageously priced clothes they should at least last a little while. I just don’t understand why bigger clothes are more expensive. I get that it’s a little more fabric, but does the fabric REALLY cost that much extra? It’s not a tarp. All my skinny friends can go to Old Navy and find a whole new wardrobe for less than $100. I can’t even buy an OUTFIT for that much! Torrid had a tank top that anywhere else would have cost $7, but because it was made for a bigger person it cost $30.
Is this supposed to be some kind of punishment? Are we just supposed to be glad they were nice enough to provide us fatasses with one or two clothing stores to shop in and we should just cough up the dough cause we’re not gonna find anything anywhere else that fits? And for all you stores that don’t sell bigger clothes, SHAME ON YOU! You think that by some sort of reverse psychology you’re gonna motivate us to somehow lose the weight so we can fit into your clothes, well it ain’t gonna work! You’re not going to motivate me by bringing down my self-esteem. How am I supposed to feel good about myself walking around in a potato sack? I don’t mind being a bigger gal, I really don’t. But I DO mind that I’m made to feel like my body is inferior to the average super model’s and every time I turn on the television I have to face it’s perception of my body type. I have to see every fat character in every movie and every sitcom be an evil villain or a stupid sidekick.
Every time I see a fat celebrity lose weight it makes me angry. There are lots of fat kids out there that need someone to look up to and when celebrities become skinny bitches it gives those kids one less role model. Was being bigger that terrible? The answer is no, but you just couldn’t handle the stigma that comes with being a bigger person. And those celebrities get called all kinds of things like brave and courageous because they take all that negative talk in the tabloids during their weight loss “struggle.” I have one thing to say to those celebrities, YOU BENT TO SOCIETAL PRESSURE! YOU’RE NOT BRAVE AT ALL! You would have been braver if you had told society to shove it and that you’re proud of your bigger figure.
We can only hope that one day we’ll realize that bigger people are just as beautiful. And that being bigger isn’t a bad thing. So let’s keep our fingers crossed. Lord knows there isn’t much hope if Hollywood continues to spew forth the negative fat character stereotypes.
(By the way, I understand some people do need to lose weight due to medical reasons. Your health is always the most important, but if you’re healthy at a bigger size who’s to say your size is wrong, or to assume that you eat too many cheeseburgers and you have diabetes and heart disease? It’s about being healthy at ANY size.)
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I know I haven’t been posting lately, but with finals and moving out of the state I’ve been INSANELY busy. Don’t worry, this week I’m buying my brand new MAC and I will be posting like a demon this summer. And for those of you that LOVE the photos I post, don’t worry there will be lots of those as well. Thanks for following!