:: SIGH :: My contribution:
- I'm 29, 5'11", 180lbs, lucky to be well-proportioned and carry the weight well (my doctor doesn't believe me when I tell him how much I weigh!)
- I wear anything from a size 10 to a 3XL <- seriously, WTFBBQ?? I have size M tops from the petite section, as well as 3XL cardigans from the "fat chicks" (I always call it that, with *much* sarcasm) section.
- My bra size is something around a 36E or F <- I don't really know, because I can't find a bra to fit, so I land up wearing a 38DD whenever I can find one and just suck it up.
- Hollow back + long crotch length + legs that are _just_ too long = have fun finding pants! I have to buy a size too big so that the pants ride lower, but I inevitably land up looking sloppy.
- My arms are also a little longer than "average", so I gravitate towards naturally 3/4 length sleeves so that I don't look like my clothes are too small.
- Button down tops are usually left open over the bust, or I have to buy a size so large that I swim around in it! The tops are always too short too, especially because *ta-da!* my pants are worn low. I have taken to buying the smallest men's t-shirts to wear under things, just to try and look a little bit more professional, without my belly hanging out. Of course, men's shirts are built for men's necks... ARGH!!!
- I also wear size 10-11W shoes. Try finding something cute when you're built like Saskwatch!
I would estimate 8 times out of 10 shopping expeditions, I leave crying. It's pathetic. One of my greatest dreams is to be signed up for "What Not to Wear"
I know that there are special stores for tall girls (although I barely qualify), but the clothes are really expensive. I also can't afford designer shoes in larger sizes. My wardrobe is almost completely courtesy of Wal-Mart and Payless
The sad thing is - I can sew! I studied fashion design, for FSM's sake! But the only fabric I have at my disposal is from Fabricland (more expensive than buying clothes) or Wal-Mart (I'm a little too old and large to wear Strawberry Shortcake to work. Much as I'd love to.)
End result? I whine A. LOT. I feel fat and ugly and undeserving of pretty things. I think this is all part of the clothing industry's evil plan... The End.