It wasn't too long ago that large plus size woman clothing was the most hideous to shop for and wear.



The experience of entering a store to find the large women clothing was, first, such a dreaded experience, that we big, full-figured, Rubenesque, or chunky ones would opt for the muumuu grandma sent from Hawaii or the hand-me-down sweat pants and plaid shirt grandpa left us in his will.

The entering of a large plus size woman clothing store was up there on the scale of most-dreaded things to do, EVER, up there with or even over going to the dentist. And even dentists were kinder. The sales clerks were (until SOMEBODY got a clue) petite, pretty, and pretty snooty. The would visibly or audibly express their disdain, rolling their eyes or sighing as they had to get off the phone with Johnny Macho to walk us to the special section, obscured way in the back of the store, where very few selections hung tauntingly on a neglected rack.

And our choices were just as appealing. Of the rare selection of large plus size woman clothing were the sparkled, spangled, appliqu'd t-shirts, ugly skirts with elastic waist-bands that the makers didn't bother to disguise, and sleeveless, tacky-printed smocks.

Where in the manual of sizes did it read that large women be-decked themselves in glitter? Where was it mandates that the only large plus size woman clothing to be made and sold would be that WITHOUT sleeves, so we could advertise even further the flapping folds of fat? And of all the styles, designers, and designs, how is it that only an elastic band would do for a waist?

Ah, but then a very wise entrepreneurship of a select few caught un that?however unfortunately?there were a huge number of huge women that wore clothes that didn't flash like a Christmas tree or didn't look like a garden of curtains.