Drue and I took the time to go to an AWESOME thrift store here in Lincoln. Oliver was with us too.
We're just shopping- you know the kind, just browsing and not looking for anything particular until something pops out at you. That's the best kind I think, because you didn't think you needed anything but you're ALWAYS wrong, and pleasantly so.
Back to browsing.
I decided I should look at the exercise gear to see if I can find a pair of (smaller, FINALLY) running pants or shorts. I can't find the section I need and there's a staff member in front of me so I ask
"Excuse me, I'm looking for your exercise clothing. Where is that section?"
"Do you mean the Plus Size section?"
(me in disbelief. Did she really just suggest I find clothing in the plus size section? I pause before answering)
"Well, I know I'm not petite or anything, but I mean the exercise clothing section, I'm looking for a new pair of running pants or shorts."
"okay, well the sweatpants and stuff are right there and the Plus size section is right next to it."
Let's pause here a second for some clarification...
I am not in plus size clothing. I may not be as slim and trim as I once was (let's all heave a collective sigh for the days of size 6.... And now let's all re-energize out thoughts that it IS possible to regain -most- of our formerly svelte figures), but really. I've no doubt that I have the potential to reach plus-size proportions but I have been working really hard on keeping myself healthy. I'm sure this staff member was not trying to be hurtful but it was truly depressing. In a serious way!
What this woman seemed to say to me was:
I see that you are obviously overweight, frumpy and less-attractive than me, so you might want to see the exercise section, but I think you obviously are delusional and so I'm going to recommend you to the plus size outer-darkness in this store- IT'S WHERE YOU BELONG.
Ouch.
I have news for you dearie.
My body may not be in great shape, but it's getting progressively better.
I've had 2 CHILDREN for heaven's sake- and you look like you're 15, so I'm gonna guess you have none. Just wait honey, kids ruin the figure.
And I'm not dressed to the nines. So what that I had a rough morning, my hair is tied back in a bun, I'm not wearing even a hint of makeup, my best supporting bra is in the wash and there's baby juice on my shirt. Don't you have off days too?!
I'm working on it.
I can't really wish you ill- that's just not something I do. But please be more considerate next time you run into a woman like me- and compliment her instead of insulting her. The Karma will be better for you.
3 comments:
First of all, I saw you a year ago and wouldn't have thought you were a plus size! Now, especially since you're smaller, that's amazing that she said that to you. And even if you were a plus size, can't you still exercise??? In fact, if you're a plus size, you SHOULD exercise! (Okay, even if you're not a plus size.) And one more thing. You're allowed to look frumpy in thrift stores. That's what they're all about.
That's so funny, Ash. I'm sorry, friends laugh at friends sometimes. :) But if I were there I would have defended your honor somehow.
AMEN Sistah! Nuff said.
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