Thursday, November 06, 2003
April's flashback to the days when she had bigger bones reminded me of my experience at the lah-di-dah, rich-people mall I patronized this afternoon. None of the girls in any of the girly stores (Rampage, Charlotte Russe, Wet Seal, Guess, the juniors section of Nordstroms, et cetera) greeted me or tried selling to me. To paraphrase Danny Glover, they ignored me because I'm fat!at 9:13 PM
My current state of tubbiness allows me to feel superior, which, as Louis duly notes every time I grant him the chance, I thrive upon. I strutted around every roll-rack with my nose high in the air, as if to say, "I couldn't wear these clothes, even if I wanted to."
I had to prove I was too good for Hot Topic, too. When asked if I needed help locating any item, I replied, "Oh, no; thank-you. I'm just picking out a gift for my fag brother." I wasn't fibbing, but it might have been more genteel on my part to have done so.
Oh, well. After trying on a shirt at Charlotte Russe (I had $17.52 left on a gift card- and there I go again!), I've decided that I am never eating.
Starting tomorrow.
