First things first, this has been a very interesting post....and, I found myself totally engaged with Acadia's point....that most "Plus Sized" clothing is absolutely ghastly (and, well, if you go for stylish "Plus Sized" clothing....................if you're over a 18, I, as a fat woman, feel it should be illegal, on penalty of death, to wear a freaking belly shirt and brazillian cut jeans.   ICK.).  I don't blame my current weight on society, or even my situation, but, quite frankly, my lack of self-control in my situation.  After I lost my job last year, and couldn't deal with my (then) husband not only not looking for a job, but spending all of my severance pay in 3 shopping trips, being without money for food, clothing, and bills, I ate my way to...not happiness, but comfort.  Cheese on freaking EVERYTHING.  I'm currently a size 22.  That's down from a size 28 not 3 months ago.  But, as great as I feel when I note that I've lost 6 dress sizes in 3 months, and continue to lose weight at a healthy rate, the clothes that are available to me make me feel like shit.  First, I'm in no way going to wear clothing that will show any skin on my abdomen, and there is NO WAY IN HELL I'm going to wear tight clothing.  For people of all sizes, spankex is a PRIVELEGE.  Not a right.
But, I got a semi-professional job this past week, and I've had to spend over $300 bucks in a specialty shop for 3 suits.  THREE.  I'm used to cobbling together outfits from clearance racks and making things work.  I can't afford it, and don't know many who could.  No wonder so many large women just deal with the fact that the really UGLY ass clothes that are left on the racks for them.  People who know me know that I am in NO way a yellow-flower print type of chick.  To be completely honest, I'd rather not have a professional job, and wear nice, comfy old man pants and cowboy shirts.  That's been my comfy style since high school, and, while I'm aware that I look like a geek in that, It's my CHOICE to look like a geek.  the "choice" left to larger women isn't a choice, it's a force.  Unless you can find someone to loan you the money to shop at a specialty shop.  I figure, you know, if my dad, who is 6'4", and 265lbs, can shop in the regular stores, I should be able to find something somewhat normal.  I'm 5'8" and 250lbs., and can't find a damn thing that's worth wearing.  For someone who's young and actually fashion conscious, those things are an utter detriment.  I wonder, if I were actually back in the mindset I was in a year ago, would I have settled?  You bet your ass!  I'd have settled, then gone out and bought a pound of cheddar, some cream and butter, some cream cheese and sugar, and gone ahead and made some homemade mac and cheese and a cheesecake and ate it by myself.  Now?  I made a complaint at the store, and took my business elsewhere.  For myself, I can't afford to balloon up again.  For my son, I can't afford to not be able to run around with him.  For my family, I can't afford to not be able-bodied to help around the farm.  Some people either don't have the support or just aren't emotionally strong enough to pull up their bootstraps and deal with the shit.  You either walk through it, clean it up, or sit in it.  No one else can choose for you.

Now that I think I threw out 40 mixed metaphors, LOL, I'm going to bed.

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