Me.

So I made an attempt to shop today and fully realized that it was a big mistake and I quickly remembered why I stopped trying to go shopping. The fact of the matter is their is no suitable clothing out there for us thick girls. I'll probably be forced to wear a burlapse sack and tennis shoes for the rest of my Life. A burlapse sack seems more appealing than half the crap they have out there. Perhaps store's should put out a sign stating "No Fat People Allowed" Their sizes/fits are limeted and the designs are horrid. As I roll my eyes and let out a sigh as I leave the store I hold a heavy heart of dissapointment. Sometimes I think they purposly make the clothing selection so difficult. It's like they are saying "Look your gross looking either way so wearing this colored splattered top won't really make a diffrence Hun"

Sadness. But whatever. A part of me accepts this fate. After all I'm the fucker that got me here at this point. It's no one's fault but my own. Maybe  I DESERVE to wear this. And another part of me. The hurt one, the one that can never get used to being made fun of, or the one that cannot imagine herself like this forever, thinks: No, this isn't fair. I'm still Human, I still feel. Should I really look like a walking creature because I'm a thick girl? Is that really justified? Is this all there is for us?

Needless to say I never walk out with a final answer.