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“Fat Girl Costumes”? Really, Walmart?

 

I’m disgusted. Out of all the retailers on this whole earth, it just had to be one that I shop at regularly, one that I rely on for almost all of my beauty and grocery needs because clearly it’s one of the few places I can afford and now I know I can’t have nice things. So tell me, Walmart, why did you have to go ahead and get on my ugly side, rearing your own ugly head for what, a laugh? Because believe me, I’ve got quite a fierce ugly side, an insatiable anger under all of this composure for individuals and companies that show blatant disrespect to their consumers. I don’t agree with labeling costumes that are supposedly above a six as “fat girl costumes” as you so lovingly called them. We all have different bodies, some of us very curvy all over, some with curves in certain places, but are we all under a size six? Are you guys all under a size six? No? No, hell no. I can vouch for this. I range anywhere from an 8 to a 12 sometimes, depending on the dimensions of the clothing. What makes you think a girl like me, someone who works out regularly, eats healthy, and feels confident about her body and shopping for clothing that accommodates her, would willingly want to drop by my local Walmart to browse the “Fat Girl Costume Section” with that kind of title? Who are you to judge my body, label it with a term that is currently perceived as derogatory knowing that the term is being used in a derogatory fashion, and require me to veer away from the obviously “Normal Sized Girl Costume Section” to get a costume that fits without fuss? You, as a major retailer that serves quite a diverse group of individuals, should provide clothes and costumes for plus size and regular sizes, but please, label your clothes with dignity. We all deserve to feel beautiful any day of the week, any holiday of the year, and feel confident and comfortable enough to shop at your establishment. There’s no excuse for this insensitivity and I’m thoroughly unimpressed with the lack of professionalism it took to publish this crap. Shame on you.

What are your thoughts on Walmart’s publishing “mishap”? 

 

The Phrase That Pays (in Good Karma and Peace of Mind for the Both is Us)

Another workout had been successfully completed, and my clothes were, at this point, plastered to my skin by the accumulation of sweat. The satisfaction of the hard work I had put in had left me with a bubbly feeling. My mind was clear, a smile was beaming on my face. We were on our way out of the gym when something very unsettling occurred. A man and what I believed to be his five children (hopefully they were his) trailed behind me. As I always do when I see that I am not walking unaccompanied, I held the door. He walked in the doorway, paused, and legitimately turned around to talk to one of his youngsters. No joke. Mid doorway, did not say one “thank you” nor did he even acknowledge that the door wasn’t, in fact, holding itself. I was honestly infuriated. After what felt like a good 2 minutes or so, they managed to all squeeze their way through without a single word. Angry now, I turned and yelled, “you’re welcome, sir”. He then turned, glared as if I had been the one overstepping some boundary (HOW DARE I HOLD THE DOOR?! How classless!), and continued walking.

Why is it so incredibly difficult to acknowledge that someone, a stranger, is consciously doing something nice for you, when they could just as easily take the door, wait until you’re about to go through, and send it forcefully back in the hopes of smacking you in the face just for sh*ts and grind? I mean, realistically speaking, I probably wouldn’t do that. But why is it so difficult to give a half of a breath (not even!) to show that you’re not taking the action for granted? I’m a total germaphobe so if I open a door in a public place (which I do often), that’s a pretty big thing. I’m obviously not doing it for my health.

I used to think that “etiquette school” was a thing of the past, but I have to wonder if it actually is. Why is it that humanity has to be retaught to people who consider themselves “human“?

What’s your take?

The Short on Shorts Shopping: Are Our Bodies to Blame?

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Curves on a woman’s figure used to be celebrated as a feminine trait. I guess the party is over because every store that I’ve visited for shorts shopping has quite the unrealistic standards for my hip to waist ratio. Today, I tried on over twenty pairs of shorts, ranging from short shorts to those that are closer to cut offs to embellished shorts, each with its own proportions to ensure that I’d find a pair that didn’t feel too loose on the top, but definitely didn’t squeeze everywhere else. I ended up with one pair that hugged me just right, which ultimately left me happy and confident. I do have to wonder, though, how those who believe that it is their own fault that the clothes they are interested in don’t fit them, end up not in a ball of tears after what feels like millions of failed attempts. It can be hard to take the blame off of ourselves when we feel like we have physically deviated from the “look” that is force-fed to us at an early age. Our society promotes the standard that being thin makes a woman most beautiful (think “delicate”, “pretty”, “soft”), while being curvy or larger (muscular, thick) makes her less beautiful on the spectrum. When it comes down to it, curvy figures are hardly accommodated. I felt this deeply today. I felt like every single rack was mocking the fact that my body could not fit perfectly into the structured sizes provided to me. I don’t blame my body, though. I exercise regularly, eat healthily the majority of the time (my Chipotle fix is not going away anytime soon), and refuse to believe that the type of body that I have maintained and carried all through my life is at fault when the products that I, as a human, am meant to clothe myself with don’t provide me any bit of coverage, comfort, or dignity. This is the product of a society that wants me to squeeze into whatever mold they’ve got for me, and I’m not going to do it. I don’t blame my body for not being a size 2, or for having muscular, thick thighs that feel choked in cut offs. I won’t apologize for the way I am comfortable living and looking, nor will I apologize for not giving in to the belief that my body has to be different to be good enough to wear what’s being sold. I’m good enough and I deserve to wear clothes that look as great as they feel. If this means that I have to cut full-length jeans to make into shorts that aren’t going to leave my a** on display, then that’s what I’m gonna do. It’s bad enough to be shamed for your shape, but even worse when all that is available to you are pieces that exemplify what it means to have a body that is “acceptable”.

Random thought: Sex and the City should be called Clips and Commercials

I swear. You watch one episode, and after every 2 minute clip of the show, there’s a barrage of commercials that take up at least 4 or 5 minutes…… These are the reasons why we can’t have nice things….

There are only so many times I can put the ball in someone else’s court.

Seriously. Friendships aren’t a take-all relationship. They require, I don’t know….work. From both parties. And lately, your party sucks and I think I’m gonna un-RSVP.

Insincerity at its Finest: Humanity Lacking Human Nature

It drives me mad how many times people give insincere “sorry’s” and “condolences”. You might as well not even waste your breath, because the fact that you only care to communicate with me now, and not only that, but spit a half-a**ed “sorry” in my direction, just goes to show that you don’t have an ounce of sympathy to spare. Shame on you and your lack of social etiquette. Stick a fork in it and keep chewing. You certainly don’t need your teeth for talking anyway.

And as for the people who care…Rock on. Do your thing, because you’re doing it right. Those who were there as a shoulder and open arms have been and continue to be my “rock”, so to speak. You were brought up right, and should do whatever it takes to remain sympathetic, empathetic, and caring towards others. More people need to have your kind of attitude. For heaven’s sake, finding sincerity in this world is like picking up a grain of sand on a beach from a pile of millions of ’em. I feel like I have to really cherry-pick my friends, and it sucks. Honestly. 

When did some of you lose your ability to be human, and what the heck did the world do to you that put you in your place that way? When did you stop understanding trying to understand someone else’s pain?

BIC Soleil: Blades from Hell

Let me take a moment to address an experience I had with the BIC Soleil razor this morning. I wanted to shave my legs. I had gone for a long run, and felt it was time to get ready and prepped for the day ahead of me. I get in the shower, finish the rest of my showering routine (the usual shampoo, conditioner, and body wash), and it’s time to get these bad boys smooth and sassy, or so I thought. Little do I know or realize that this razor is going to create the most unsightly little cuts up my leg and practically fill the bottom of my tub with my own blood, reminiscent of something you’d see in a horror film. You’d figure that a razor would only get as close as need be to get your legs smooth, but I think BIC might’ve not gotten the memo when they were putting this one in the works. I will certainly never recommend this product to anyone, and would highly discourage using these razors if you can avoid it. I have never had sensitive skin, and would never consider my skin to even be remotely sensitive. And lets be real. I have shaved for years, and I do, in fact, know how to shave. There should be no reason why I should end up with disgusting open wounds from a razor, of all things.

Here’s a tip for BIC: When I shave, I want to eliminate the hair. Not the skin. Stick to what you do best: making school supplies.

Below is a picture of the evidence. I hope this gives you, as a consumer and reader, some perspective on the aftermath. I’m done with BIC.

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