Michelle Castillo5 said:Oh my god! 😲 This is just awful... honestly, what gets me most are those comments about "huge" numbers. Every time I hear someone talking like that, I feel like I want to reach out and physically unscrew their head just to stop the noise.
It’s actually wild to me how plenty of those quasi-boutiques in places like Kinkroser’s or those big shopping malls mostly stock size 2, 4, or 6, while anything 8 or up is treated like it's massive.
Or they’ll label something an 8, but it isn't really an 8 because it's way too small to be an 8.
And look, most women I know fall somewhere between size 8 and 14, so it’s just incredibly frustrating when that one friend of mine who wears a 14 gets all excited just because she actually found pants in her size.
It’s pathetic, really.
I mean, it’s ridiculous that in a major state capital, you have to feel lucky just to find a decent piece of clothing in your size—because if you don't look like a runway model in America, apparently you're "overweight."
If I lived out in the mountains with some hermits, I guess it wouldn't be such a disaster; no stores, no sizing issues, we'd just knit our own clothes ourselves—who knows.
But this place is supposed to be a "metropolis," right? 😁
Even for me, I don't really care if someone calls me fat or points out I wear larger sizes—that doesn't bother me.
But given the prices they charge for clothes here—like, say, a top from $167, which was $270 on sale 😁 (I’m not even joking—that's what I ended up paying for 😁) and then to top it off, they don't even carry anything above a size 8—well, that's where I draw the line.
