A few years back I worked up the nerve to go into
Victoria Secret. You see, hubby and I were going on a "second honeymoon" and I had stashed away some money. My plan was to have a different piece of new lingerie for every night. I was excited, but nervous, for my little shopping spree in the "pink palace". My spree did not last long when the seventeenish size 2 said to me, "we do not carry anything in your size". Seems like a scene out of Pretty Woman huh? I walked out, with my head hanging low, straight into Lane Bryant
(which only had bras and panties). **Since then, Torrid has opened up and have a great selection of plus size lingerie. YAY!**
Have you ever been denied service or been treated "differently" because of the way you look?
Thanks Jennie and Jenni for inpiring this post!
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Actually from my family. We were sight seeing through San Francisco and my very large family got on the elevator in a hotel. My husband said, wow 1600lbs capacity, and my aunt says, ok Anna-maybe you should probably get off. She thought she was being funny, I was humiliated. It sucks being heavy, it sucks more being the only heavy person in a huge family.
Whenever we walk through a mall and even walk past a Victoria Secret it makes me cringe. Hubby would love to see me dress up in something. Apparently he does not see me the way that I am in reality. I have to explain to him every single time...I don't fit in their clothes.
I am very grateful he doesn't see me the way that I really am. He hungs me and tells me that who I am is not what is seen on the outside, but what I am on the indise. He has never said a negative word about my weight. He sees my struggles and holds me in his arms and tells me not to worry, that I will shed the pounds when the time comes. He is incredibly supportive.
When I was a Senior in high school, I made the mistake of going shopping with my size 4 closest friend and my sister a size 8. I at the time was a 16 and went to 10-12 stores with them where there was NOTHING in my size. At one of our last stores, I finally walked out while they were trying stuff on and began to cry. They found me that way and when I explained what was wrong, walked me over to Lane Bryant (the only store for 16 back then) and made me try on almost every outfit they could find. A horrible day turned out to be ok when my friends realized what was wrong and helped me find something that I could wear.
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