For those of you who meet for the first time at Blogher, I’m not pregnant, just fat! Why am I telling you all this? Because the other day I went to Cato to shop for some clothes. Now everyone knows that half of the Cato store is for bigger gals like myself. This also happens to be the half I was shopping at. I was trying on some clothes when the old hag behind the counter said, “Hun, how many months pregnant are you because that dress just doesn’t hang right?”. Completely humiliated and ashamed, I put my original clothes on and left the store.
What should I have done? Should I have went along with it and said, “Oh, I’m about 7mths along.”. Or should I have said, “Zero freakin’ months lady!”. This has happened before so I should be used to it but I’m not.
The bad thing is, all the clothes today look like maternity shirts. With part of it cupping your boobs and the rest flowing as if I really were pregnant. I couldn’t even find a dang shirt that was normal. So it’s either be in style and look pregnant or look like crap and fat.
A word to the old lady behind the counter and any of you other employees….
If you see a fat girl shopping in the plus size section, think twice before you ask her if she’s pregnant or not!
Since I’m such a fan of personalized gifts, next time I’ll just get a shirt that says, “No, I’m not pregnant, just fat” so noone will mistake me for being pregnant.