#67: Lane Bryant
Seriously, WTF?
Okay, like, I’m proud of my body. REAL WOMEN HAVE CURVES. Marilyn Monroe was a size 12, you know.
I’m not ashamed to be a plus sized gal. When I’m not in high school anymore guys will be able to appreciate me for who I am, not the size of my jeans!
But like, though I’m TOTALLY okay with who I am, the limited shopping choices for fluffy girls gets me so P.’d O! I mean, the left half of Deb is great and all but I only need some many bolero jackets.
That brings us to the LB. Every biggie girl has shopped there, and if they deny it the V stitched on the back pockets of their jeans tell a different tale. But like, can a sister under 40 get some tops up in this piece? Am I right?
First of all, every time I walk in that GIRL (who I think is Jenna’s cousin. Or maybe that girl Shenay started “dating” when she went off to art school) is just like immediately in my face. Bitch this isn’t the Claire’s boutique! If I need help picking out a silk poncho I’ll let you know.
AND THAT BRINGS ME TO MY PROBLEM
Like, if you’ve like, cornered the market on BBW fashion, cant you at least TRY to sell something that a young person would want to wear? I know I don’t go to parties much but if I did I wouldn’t want to show up looking like a substitute teacher. Girls like t-shirts! With no rhinestones! And maybe a tank top! In a color other than burnt sienna!
*sigh* I guess before Blake’s play opens I’ll just have to borrow something from my grandma. AGAIN.