Fat Jeans

I’m a little fired up this week. I’m a pretty passionate person, but it usually does take quite a lot to push me over the edge. I’m there now, teetering on the precipice.

Here’s the lowdown.

I went to Meijer on Sunday to go grocery shopping. While there I decided to go look for some new jeans. (Don’t judge – girls on a budget have to shop for clothes where they can afford it.) Last year I bought three pair of great fitting, comfortable, and stylish jeans at the Thrifty Acres, and I was hoping to get the exact same jeans this year. I was shocked to discover that not only does Meijer NO LONGER carry the jeans I like, but they also only had ONE BRAND of denim in their plus size section. Wait, WHAT??!! One brand. Three different “styles”.

In disbelief I wandered into the “regular” size section. There were literally HUNDREDS of jeans on display.

Blatant FAT DISCRIMINATION.

Not only that, but there were HUNDREDS of jeans in the MEN’s section as well – even plus size men had several options to choose from. Why can’t Meijer help a sister out?

It really got me thinking about the war against fat people in this fine nation of ours. Unless I shop at “plus size” stores, I have extremely limited options in finding clothes at a store. Sure, I can buy online all I want, but it’s next to impossible to get the right fit without first trying something on. What is really crazy about this whole situation is that I saw SEVERAL other women my size in Meijer that day. Where the heck do all those beautiful, bountiful, luscious women shop?

I understand. According to my doctors I’m “morbidly obese”. I’m working on it, but I do need some stuff to wear in the meantime. (That doesn’t include sweatpants and big t-shirts, the fat person staples.) When the majority of our country is overweight by a few pounds, why is it so hard to find clothing that is of good quality, well-made, and at a reasonable cost? I REFUSE to stuff myself into clothing, too. No muffin topping for this chick.

Argh. I'm pretty sure those jeans AREN'T her size.

My wish is to go into a store, any store, and be able to walk out with something to wear. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy. That’s my goal for this coming year. To get to a size that does not require hours of research and reconnaissance before shopping. Will I be happier at that point? Not sure. I’m pretty confident that I’ll find something else to get fired up about…