If the fashion industry went out of business, I wouldn't care. If everyone stopped subscribing to fashion magazines, I wouldn't cry. I don't follow trends, so I never know what's in or out.
High fashion and these magazines don't cater to me. They cater to what their advertizers want us to be: unnaturally thin, with flawless skin, glassy inhuman eyes, fully made up by a professional. Oh and photoshopped. They also want me to buy expenisve clothes, except I can't until I lose 100 pounds. Before I started on my size acceptance journey, I believed a lot of this bunk. I thought I really could be unobtainable.
I know one place that does cater to me: The Fat Girl Flea Market, which I am happy to say is returning this year on April 30th. Yes this post is a shameless plug for the Flea but I wanted to tell you the difference between shopping at the Flea and shopping at Macy's. I don't shop at Macy's anymore. Do you know why? I feel like a leper. The local Macys has such a limited plus size section, it's nearly impossible to find anything with a good fit, leaving me to either not buy clothes or leave with poorly fitting one. When I go to the flea I have lots of selection. If something doesn't fit right, on to the next thing. With everything under $10 if I buy something then turn out I don't like it, I can donated it to next year's flea. At the flea I feel comfortable and happy with myself.
I know not everyone has things like the Flea or Re/Dress within a reasonable distance, if at all. I know some people only have Walmart as an option, but if you have other options use them instead of the stores that treat you like dirt. As of now I only shop at Re/dress, Marshalls, and occassionally Lane Bryant, Torrid, and The Avenue. I refuse to shop at a place that doesn't make me feel welcome for being fat.