The bastards in charge don’t like fat chicks

Last night I watched Carson Kressley’s new show “How To Look Good Naked” and LOVED IT!.

I loved that he was taking ordinary women, helping them to look at themselves objectively, helping them to dress to fit their body type, show off their best features and how to feel comfortable in their own skin – something that many, many women are not.

I should know. I’m not comfortable in my own skin. And like Layla, the subject of the first episode, I feel awkward in my own body and I avoid mirrors. Being genuinely overweight doesn’t help.

I hate shopping. I hate clothes shopping. At 35, I find it damn near impossible to find clothes that reflect my own sense of style and my age, in my size.

I’m a plus size girl. And apparently we don’t deserve nice clothes according to the bastards in charge of Target. As punishment for my weight related sins, I am severely restricted in what clothing I can buy.

As my last pair of jeans finally wore through and tore up the thigh the other day, I had to succumb and go clothes shopping this afternoon. $37 for a pair of jeans. And that was at 25% off. Luckily I was able to find a pair of size 20 PJ pants that fit cos apparently if you are over a size 20 you do not get to wear pyjama’s. If you are larger than a 20, you are banished to poxy old lady nighties cos fat women don’t deserve to feel comfortable, sexy or simply have nice nightwear.

The same as you generally do not get to wear nice underwear either. Why can’t larger bras and undies be made in nice pretty colours too? Why do I have to part with a kidney at a boutique store in order to get pretty undies? Do you really think that fat women have a greater appreciation for skin tone brown than the rest of the population? Or do you just think that we are all a bunch of lazy fatties so you will be lazy too and not give us colour choices?

And why do the bastards in charge think that fat women want to draw more attention to themselves by wearing clothes that the 70’s rejected? No, seriously. I would really like to know!

And apparently fat people don’t feel the cold either. We mustn’t cos there were no freaking knits or jackets for us either. Anything bigger than a standard size 18 and you are out of luck. I realise I have a bit extra insulation, but I still feel the cold dear bastards in charge.

Ah fuck it. Time I got me some more cats, made myself a mumu and retreated to the comfort of my bed, cos obviously the bastards in charge don’t think fat chicks are fit for polite company or they’d provide us with half decent clothes.