Waaaaait, no, that's Cartman's excuse.
I went shopping with my mum today. And walking around Primark, looking for summer clothes, I thought I was going to cry- no kidding, I almost teared up at one stage.
All because most of the stuff I liked in the shop was too small for me.
Now, I'll admit I'm a tad overweight, but I wouldn't call myself fat. I'm a size 12-14 on bottom, and a size 16 on top (if it weren't for my chest, a size 12-14 would be fine, but THAT is the curse of big boobs).
Whilst yes, I DO need to lose some weight for health's sake, I don't appreciate being made to feel like an overgrown whale every time I go shopping for clothes. I'll NEVER in my life be a size 6, and I wouldn't want to be. But at the same time, it's very frustrating when you can only seem to find the nicest tops and shorts in a size 6-8.
I got a few things still, nonetheless. But this is why I hate clothes shopping. Skinny girls, I hate you. You're unrealistic, plastic and unhealthily skinny 99% of the time, everywhere caters to your clothing needs, I'm sick and tired of seeing your anorexic stick-thin bodies plastered all over my magazines, and I'd like you to choke on your singular lettuce leaves please.
I'll be eating HEALTHILY if you need me. And that includes the odd Cheeseburger from good ol' Micky D's.
Rant over :)
Clair
