Stolen Idea: Open Letter to Plus Sized Clothing
Dear Plus Sized Clothing:
I remember every size I went up, and every time I swore this was the last size I would be going up. I remember buying a size 22, and thinking "It can't be!" I remember looking for pants that were not too long (not all fat people are giants), or came up to my breasts in the rise, or shirts that had sleeves that actually came to the right place on my arms, or in the sholders. I am so happy to tell you, dear plus sized clothing, that you are everything we both always knew you were. You are ugly, ill fitting, and made of cheap materials even though you cost twice as much as similar products. You did not make me look good, put together, or happy. You made me look like less of a lunatic because I was clothed.
Let me tell you this, darling plus sized clothing: Go to Hell. Burn there. We shall never meet again! We are over, and you can kiss your old home (my ass!) Goodbye! I am already cheating on you with the size L and M and hopefully soon I will soon be wearing only M and S sizes. We laugh behind your back, we party, we have a nice day. We are peaceful and fufilled.
None of my love,
Heather
Hey "extended sizes" at Wal-Mart - I'm sick of paying an extra $2 for five extra cents of material woven in China. Kiss my saggy loose skinned ASSSS! You suck! and you always shrink and wind up plenty wide but way too short! what's up with that? I've got a whole closet full of your freakishly wide but too short t-shirts and you can all go HELL! That's right, no more extneded sizes, in fact no more X period. I bought a size L shirt today, and you know what? It fits great! So Big and Tall, Husky, Extended Size. or whatever the F you want to call yourself - see ya, wouldn' wanna be ya!