My friends (None of us you'd ever call "Skinny", but you wouldn't call A, L, or myself fat. We could all bear to lose some lbs, but nothing more than 20ish) and I decided to go to this store that I had never been to before (it being my idea). I thought it would be similar to Pricilla's seeing as it was decorate very pink and cutesy, etc.
So, we go in, and whatdoyaknow - it's a dancer store as the women put it. She asked us what she could help us with, I tell her we're just looking around because we've all seen the place before but never actually been in there.
All is going well, my friend looks at some shoes - tries some on, etc. Both attendants (Both of the attendants are fairly older women - maybe 55+ at least) are fairly helpful without being OVERLY friendly. One of them tells us a few stories about how a dancer friend broke both her ankles on super high heels. Ouch.
Then we look at the clothing. She points out where the medium/larges are and where the smalls are. Well, even if I weighed 120lbs I'd still be a large simply because I have too ballons (DD's...meh) on my chest. So we're looking at the medium/large and I'm not super impressed. Some are cute, but wouldn't be so flattering on me, and some are just plain ugly. I point out some cute ones to my friends, and vice versa.
I'm looking at some cute booty shorts, all they have are medium and small. I have a big ass. I can't wear either. I never have any problem to admitting that I am a medium to a large - mostly a large. I have accepted the fact that unless I were to starve myself for a year I will never be a small. My friend A (we'll call her A) comes over and looks at a mini-lycra skirt.
Of course, upon getting over there she realizes it's too damn small (we have big black girl booties) as is most of the shit in the store. It's obviously targeted towards very small women. "Small" is a word I'd never been called - I'm 5'8, and have been as big as 235 (Yeah, I know) and as small as 140lbs at the same height and I know this.
The lady has the audacity to look at my friend and say "You know, nothing over there is going to fit you." o.O Well, no shit you old bat? It was so small she had to get within three feet to see the fucking thing! I was slightly floored and didn't think much about it until she starts talking about how she doesn't carry plus sizes anymore because people couldn't admit they were plus sizes.
I wasn't sure who the hell she was talking to, but I was hoping for her it wasn't to me. It's not that I am a touchy person, but when you run a business you tend to try not to insult people even if it is true. I had to laugh in my head a bit because obviously this woman was no beauty queen, and life hadn't been so fantastic for her.
Giving her the benefit of the doubt I just kind of blow it off since it wasn't worth anyone's time to talk to her about being rude. I start to leave (Cause why would I give someone who is insulting my friends and probably me) but A and L start looking at the other rack - the rack of smalls. I could feel the sweat start dripping as I knew Norman Bate's mother was going to say something about it. She didn't say anything, but to my suprise the other woman did. She looks at A and L and says "Um, you're not going to find anything that fits you girls on that rack".
WHOA. Of course they both knew this, they wanted to see the fabrics and much cuter crap in smaller sizes. When did it become a crime to LOOK around a store even if it wasn't your right size? How did she know they weren't buying an outfit for a friend?
Fucking bitch.
The moral to the story is, I'm never going to that store againOverpriced ugly dancewear and shoes you can get on Snaz75 for cheaper. Just kidding.
This is just kind of a funny story, I'm not sure why I took the time to write it but I feel I needed to get it off my chest. Now I'm feeling slightly like a bloated whale but I still have to look at the situation and laugh. Just 25 more pounds.
Anyone else been in a similar situation? Even if it didn't have to do with weight...
I did feel pretty shitty until we left the store and got hit on twice. Win some, lose some.



). I thought it would be similar to Pricilla's seeing as it was decorate very pink and cutesy, etc.
Overpriced ugly dancewear and shoes you can get on Snaz75 for cheaper. Just kidding. 
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Because of that I walked out empty handed.

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