There’s never anything in my size!

26 Sep

I had something of a “me” day today.  I had my hair cut for the first time in almost a year, and oh my, was it ever needed.  She took off about an inch of length, and with it, a ton of split ends.  After that, I grabbed a venti mocha lite frappuccino and headed downtown to Forever 21.  Even though the last few times I went, it was a bust.

I went straight to the Faith 21 section, their oddly titled “extended sizes” section.  If you want an extra-large (like I do), that’s where you need to be.  However, there’s a huge difference between their large and extra-large.  Huge.  (No pun intended.)  It’s like, to fit into a large, you still need to be the size of one of the Olsen twins, just on a “fat” day.  But to fit into the XL?  You could cram both Olsen twins into an XL, with room to spare.

I tried on a few pairs of jeans, and found one that wasn’t too appalling.  The waistband comes up to just below my boobs, but I’ll go ahead and blame that on my height, or lack thereof.

But the tops … oh, the tops.

First, most of what they have in the Faith 21 section is usually 2X and 3X.  I just need an XL in most cases.  I managed to find one.  One whole top in an XL.  Which, by the way, only fit in the boob region.  It was huge everywhere else.  It was a button up tunic with an empire waist tie.  Below the boobs, I was swimming in fabric.  Swimming, I tell you.  I could have made that part into two tops.

I had a feeling this might happen, so before I went to the dressing room I looked around the rest of the store.  It was a sea of XS, S, and M sizes.  I think I managed to find two size L tops in the entire store, and I was very “meh” about them both.  I even managed to find one top I was in love with.  It was up high, and there were a ton of them, so I figured they’d have at least one in a L.  After flagging down an employee (who looked ever so pleased to help me out) and having her remove every single one, we discovered that nope, there were none in a large.

Not one.

Zero.  Zip.  Zilch.

Every freakin’ single one was an XS, S, or M.

It took a lot of self-control to not throw things.  A lot.

I just want clothes that fit.  Is that so much to ask for?  I want to be able to find a top that is somewhere between a size “Olsen twin” and a size “Beth Ditto”.  Seriously.

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