I’m obsessed with American Apparel.
After so many months drooling over their crap on the internet I finally got a chance to shop in their store. Online the clothes always looked too small for me. If I could just try it on in person then I would know if my fat ass could actually squeeze into the “intimates” and “one-pieces.”
Surprise, surprise. I only barely fit into their largest size, XL. Most of the clothes at AA don’t even go up to a size L. I’m lucky they were sweet enough to consider me. I squeeze into this leotard, asphalt grey, and look pretty fucking hot. It’s tight enough to keep everything in its place and my boobs are small enough to not have to worry about the bra situation.
Six months later, thanks to the anxiety of grad school, my ass is totally busting out of my leotard. My other clothes, that weren’t bought at AA, barely fit on my newer, slightly fatter, body.
I’m sure the idea of loosing 10+ lbs. to anyone else would seem an incredible feat. But I have no discipline and I love to eat.
I’ve been fat all my life. I’m always straddling the line between obese and just overweight. I’ve kind of stopped caring about it but when you are already considered fat by most people in the world and then you gain a couple extra,well, it isn’t cute. (more…)