beezelbubbles:

raznay:

thisisthinprivilege: Thin Privilege is not having to split up with your friends when you go shopping because you have to go to the “Plus Size” section. I remember when I was a teen and there weren’t any plus size sections in the “cool” stores (Supré, Jeans West, General Pants etc), and there still aren’t. But I would go in there with my friends and I’d help them pick out clothes they’d look fantastic in and I’d stand there and berate myself for being fat and ugly and never going to be loved because I couldn’t fit into any of those clothes.

And when my friends came out of the change rooms to ask how they looked I would tell them the truth; “you look gorgeous”.

When they commented about their “fat” or their body shape I would point out the amazing things about them and their bodies.

I remember how my friends would always say “Renee, you’re not that fat! You can fit into these clothes” and I would just shake my head because I knew full well that I couldn’t, that my fat was fatter than the largest size of 16 and I would go home and cry for hours because I was worthless. I remember it like it was yesterday. And it still hurts.

Shopping trips for my high school best friend and I meant going to Lane Bryant for me and 5-7-9 for her. She was a size 2 who was always desperately trying to put on a bit of weight. The clothes for her were always appropriate to our age and cute. My stuff was always matronly and kinda ugh. It sucked hard. We talked about starting a clothing store called Extremes that carried size 0 to size 8 and then 14 up to like a 32. Our plan was that all the sizes would be on the same racks, and that they’d be the same materials and basic designs. Oh and the plus size stuff wouldn’t be any more expensive than the smaller sizes.

And oh the tears after shopping for a prom dress. Even today, with a variety of sizes more readily available in styles that don’t look like they are meant for my grandmother, jeans shopping still reduces me to tears.