Ranting about clothing is one of my favorite thing, although I don't think our lack of choices and styles is that big compared being denied health care and jobs.
But today I rant about clothes. We are treated like dirt in most stores, even in freaking knitting stores!
But the rant isn't bad, because today I am not talking about lame stores who don't care about us. I'm talking about the Fat Girl's Flea Market which was on Saturday. An annual event run by the NOLOSE.
I was sick this week, had a cold and during this particular weekend, I originally had a lot of things planned. Due to being sick, I had to narrow down that I was doing. Would I miss a book reading of a new hot book or the annual sci-fi con or not sell my book at flea? (I focus more on this blog than the book, but I still have a number of copies at home to sell) or the Friday night sorting/pre-shopping?
But the Flea won. Because I knew missing the flea meant I would miss an event that profoundly influenced my self esteem. Every time I came back from the flea joyous and happy unlike my visit to the mall in December.
So for $45, I got two shirts (one with tags), 1 pair or pants, an Igigi dress, Pj pants, a nightie, jeans, and a silk skirt and most importantly got to feel like a human being for a little while.
So I plead with people again. Don't patronize a store that doesn't have your size or puts plus sizes into a ghetto.