Memories... in the corner of my mind

I have reached that point where I can still shop in regular stores at the mall, but I can also shop at the fat stores too. Not something I am super proud of, but it is what it is. Well back in October I had a wedding to go to and nothing to wear. I found a great pair of cuffed dress pants and NY and Co. at the mall. The dress shirt to go with it was a bit more elusive. I hit several stores and finally decided to try my luck at Lane Bryant. I quickly discovered that I can't shop there either, and it has nothing to do with my ego. I wound up buying a shirt but I haven't worn it since, that is, until today. Today was a day for remembering.
The first thing that I remembered was that apparently fat people can't use real buttons on shirts they have to use clasps to hold it together. This is the first thing that ticks me off. If you turn wrong they come unattached. Do designers feel that fatness affects your ability to button shirts? And second, I am anatomically incorrect for even a fat girl. This is the reason that I can't shop at stores like Cato and Lane Bryant. In order to buy clothes in a fat store you must have at least D cup breasts. I don't. I am barely a C cup. This translates to saggy fabric around my chest area whether it is fitted shirt or not. Seriously, I could make wings from the left over fabric on my chest! So when wearing this shirt again, if the fabric wasn't sagging, it was pouching out in all the wrong ways, perhaps in sympathy of my small breasts. And apparently if you are fat, your thighs must be huge to buy designer clothes. Every pair of pants I tried on had way more fabric than necessary in a round sewn shape. It was bizarre. Last but not least, if you are fat you must be shorter than five foot six or over six feet. All the pants that I have tried on were either high waters, or they needed rolled up. It's ridiculous!

I said today was a day for remembering, and here is the other thing I remembered today. There was a reason that my stiletto red wonder woman boots have been in their box in the garage for the last several years. Granted.... the boots are hot! They are stiletto heeled, red, pointy toed boots that come up almost to my knees. They are amazing (If only I had a golden lasso! Chad see if you can't find one for me!) But it's the stiletto part that kills me. I am a flip flop kinda girl. That's just how I roll. And by the end of a very short stint in those blasted wonder woman boots, I was in pain! Oh yes, Now I remember why they haven't even been out of the box in two years. It is the same reason in fact, that I had to go out to the garage and get them. The pain... oh the pain. I imagine it will be sometime before I wear those suckers again.