I think you mean well. And, you know, I appreciate the thought.
But I gotta say, even the best of you have a hard time understanding the plus size body. I'd be happy to help, to work with you.
Let me say this: Not all us plus size chicks want to hide our bodies. Loose sweaters (however "in" the colour or knit is), plain t-shirts, and big coats with no darting or seams are not complimentary. They are shapeless and un-inspired.
Meanwhile I admire and pine after the items I know could be made for me, but aren't. The two following coats would be great in plus size. Perhaps you think we don't want attention, so the red plaid is too much. Or the frills add bulk. But I think of those details like crown molding, wainscoting and other architectural details that take coat from ordinary to amazing.
I then go to my stores and find this:
A bevy of boring, bland peacoats for us plus size beauties to cloak ourselves in. A mediocre effort for structure and lacking any details that make them special. No, these coats will only hide you, not highlight you.
Why, when I shop, do I see bright beautiful prints, bold colours and complicated construction only to discover that none of it is in my size? Is it just a cash issue? I'm willing to pay more for some structure. I'm willing to put some cash down for a pattern that is not 2 seasons out of date. I'm willing to pay for nice fabrics. I appreciate the stretch, honestly. But how about something more then spandex/cotton blends. I'd love a little silk in my wardrobe.
Sometimes I think you forget that we can be sexy. Maybe not the norm or the most popular version of sexy. But we deserve layers of silk, sheer and satin. Some may be modest, but not all.
This little rant stems from some shopping I did today. I live in the city with the world's biggest mall, literally hundreds of stores and yet, I can only find clothes in 6-7 of them. And by find, I mean hunt, gather and scrape together a few decent items each season. A few items which I am genuinely excited about. A few beautiful pieces among a barren wasteland of ill fitting, baggy, frumpy, plain and, dare I say it, old lady-ish clothing.
It's not your fault I'm fat. It's mine. But damned if I should be punished for it with outfits that only hide my body instead of compliment it. I refuse to give up. I refuse to wear sweatpants. Or consign myself to shapelessness.
Maybe it's suppose to be hard.
Special thanks to Calvin Klein and Ralph Lauren for at least trying. And to Torrid for giving me a resource to shop, beyond the mall.