tall-thin-and-gorgeous:
shakethecobwebs:
Rules:
- It has to be cute, trendy, current
- It has to be under $50
- I’m talking a shirt, pants, and shoes, but accessories are optional
- And you can’t go to the clearance section, ‘cause that’s cheating. (You can find a full-priced outfit at Forever 21 including shoes and accessories for under $50 as a straight-sized person, for instance.)
And because the average US woman is a size 14 or above (aka plus sized) this shouldn’t be a problem, right?
Do the same for me.
Go to Goodwill, because that’s where I shop.
Find jeans that are long enough and that are size 1 that fit over my hips. Skinny or boot cut, doesn’t necessarily have to be “trendy and new” because hey it’s a thrift store.
Find me shoes that fit me, but good luck with that because I have averaged sized feet and at a thrift store those average sizes are hard to find.
Good luck finding size 1 jeans there too, because most of America is much larger than a size 1.
This shouldn’t be a problem, right?
Oh, okay. You wanna talk Goodwill? Let’s fucking talk Goodwill.
Goodwill: The place where Plus Sizes and Maternity clothes are all lumped together. ‘Cause you can’t be fat unless you’re pregnant, right?
Or maybe it’s because Plus Sizes are arbitrary and confusing, and they don’t want to force their workers to have to understand the difference between all the different X’s. You know, how XXL isn’t the same as a 2X. Or how, for some reason, thin people get numbers but at a certain point, fat people have to use letters, because they really want to hammer that idea home that we are “extra.” That we exist outside the lines. That we don’t fit inside what they are calling “normal.”
Finally, when you choose to swallow your dignity (because they figure you’re swallowing everything else, so why not have to force that down too?) you walk over to the one rack, the one section for Fat and Pregnant people. The rest of the store? Rows upon rows upon rows of clothes. The fat section? You’re lucky if you get more than two racks.
Maybe that’s because a lot of fat people are conditioned to hate shopping. Maybe that’s because clothes literally aren’t made for us, and if we give up the ones we have - even if they’re too old, or no longer trendy, or they don’t quite fit like they used to, we’ll be forced to go shopping again - because, uh, people have to wear clothes. And we know we’ll have to go spend $40 fucking dollars on a shitty t-shirt with a picture of butterflies bedazzled onto the left side.
The difference between your shitty attempt at trying to ~*prove the fat girl wrong~* is this: You. Can. Find. An. Outfit. Anywhere. Clothes are made to fit bodies like yours. You can walk into any store in the mall and find SOMETHING that will fit you, whether you particularly like it or not. Fat people CANNOT DO THAT. I’m not saying they have to fit you perfectly. I’m not saying that you can find the perfect pair of jeans every time. BUT. IT. WILL. FIT. YOUR. BODY. At a certain point (and a small one, considering the average sizes of people in the US) clothing manufacturers stop making clothes for certain sizes, the sizes they *do* make are never the same size across companies and brands, and they are overpriced as fuck - not because it takes more material and labor, but because they know that they are fulfilling a “special need” and that they can hike up the prices and have people pay them.
Now - let me ask you this. At the end of the day, after not being able to find clothes you like, what kinds of girls are pictured on magazines? In movies? On runways? In music videos? In books? On television? Is it fat women? And I’m not talkin’ size 14 women. I’m talkin’ size 28, fat ass, big belly, double-triple chin fat women? Hell fucking no. And you know what? It’s not the size 14 women either. Talking about “average sizes” size 16 is the size of the average woman in the us. I cannot think of a SINGLE SHOW (not meant to dehumanize and degrade fat people, or is specifically about fat people) that has a cast of nearly all women who are a size 16 and up. Not one show.
When you go home from a hard day of shopping at Goodwill (laughing so hard that I can barely type that sentence) you are fucking met with encouragement from every media source that EXISTS saying that YOUR BODY is the ideal body, that people should strive to look like YOU, that your body is the embodiment of BEAUTY. And you really wanna sit there and tell me that our experiences are comparable in any way?
That you not being able to find some shoes at Goodwill is the same as me not being able to find clothes that will fit my body AT ALL? You really wanna sit there and say that a mall full of HUNDREDS OF STORES only having one or two (IF WE’RE LUCKY) that are specifically for fat people is the same as your special snowflake ass not being able to find SHOES at GOODWILL?
Just, bye.
Go away.
Sit in a corner.
Think about your life.
