Yesterday, I went shopping. I am trying to get by with the bare minimum, since I am hoping to keep going down in sizes. I have wanted a sundress for the longest time. So I have been looking this summer. I bought a sweater about a month ago, so I figured a sleeveless dress could get me through summer, plus be an interview/work option with the cardigan. So Macy's was having a sale. I have tried on several dresses in their woman's department. They didn't have the one that I had wanted, and I didn't like anything else. Wouldn't you know, I finally feel comfortable enough to get a sundress and those long flowing ones are in style. My legs are the smallest things on me. Those long dresses look like MuMu's on me. So, I go down to Misses. I have explored the Misses department some. The other day I tried on dresses at Old Navy, and was shocked to find the xl's fit me. But they didn't have anything I really liked enough to get. I was also weirded out by the fact that the fitting rooms were all in one spot. Men, women, kids, all together. When you are fat, they keep you away from everyone else. So, I peruse the Misses department, and pick up a few things to try on. And while doing so, I am sure that at any moment a sales person is going to ask me if I need help and tell me I am in the wrong department. The fat sizes are upstairs. But, I go to the fitting room unaccosted. I try on the xl dresses, and some are even too big. Then I go over to another department, and try on one of those big flowing dresses. Yuk. But still, no one is telling me to leave. No one even seems to notice that I am possibly too large to be there.
In the end, I found a cute dress. In the Misses department!! And, on sale! I was so excited. And, I felt so....normal. Weird.
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