OK, I’m going to say this knowing that folks aren’t going to necessarily see eye to eye with me here. Bear with me, don’t unfriend/unfollow me just yet, please…
I hate clothes shopping. I hate it. Like a lot a lot.
/waits for the torches and pitchforks
If you go to the store, you’re stuck with the ‘color of the season’ that doesn’t match anything you already own. Then you’re trying stuff on with overly chipper sales people trying to make it okay that you somehow got fatter than you were willing to admit to so did you need that in another one or two sizes up? And the lighting.. if you look in the three way mirror, you may actually become actively suicidal.
OK, you say, go online. Yeah, it’s an option with tons to choose from, except you don’t know what the quality you’ll be getting is like, and researching to see if something is ethically sourced is also kind of a problem. Sure, it’s cheap, but you’re playing fashion roulette.. was it made by a six year old Indonesian kid and will it fall apart after the first wash or the third?
Either way, if you’re a girl of a certain proportion, you’re going to be dealing with the evillest thing imaginable. For I-have-to-appear-in-grown-up-clothes-for-work attire, I prefer the simple button down in a solid color of some appropriate weight fabric for the season. And, to be blunt, the last thing I need is something making me look like I may be in danger of falling forward should I faint.
So why in the HELL does every plus size button down shirt put pockets on the chest?! You’re not going to distract from the fact that I have cleavage, and I’d rather not accentuate it further, thank you so very much. It’s certainly not placed there for utility, they are too small to hold a business card, let alone anything I actually NEED to carry in that circumstance.
And once the designers stop that, can we talk about the enforced 3 quarter sleeves?
So much hate.
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