6.
I went into a popular bra store, and was looking around for something in my size (38F) that was a bit cheaper then the 120$ bras I usually had to buy.
A girl who was *maybe* 18, came up and asked if I needed help finding a gift. I said no I was looking for a certain style of bra, could she point me in the right direction.She paused and smiled like I was an idiot and said “oh no honey, we don’t carry bras for your part of the alphabet.” And walked away shaking her head.
Bitch didn’t even ask my size.
7.
I had picked a cute dress off the rack just to look at it and offer it to a friend (whose size it was) to try on. The manager of the boutique came over to me, took the dress away, saying she didn’t want “any broken zippers” in her store. I never went back.
8.
I went prom dress shopping when I was eighteen and it was hell. It wasn’t finding a dress that was hard – there are plenty of beautiful dresses out there for plus size women. No, it was the shopping consultants I couldn’t deal with. The first store I went into, I told the lady what I was looking for (a black, floor-length gown). She told me I didn’t want a black gown, because I “have my entire life to wear black,” and that I should just sit down instead of looking myself. “It’s gonna be a lot of work to find something that’ll look good on you. Especially because you’ve got huge hips and incredibly small breasts.” I took my business elsewhere.