Well, the “W” is supposed to stand for “Woman”. The cut is supposed to be fuller in the hips and bust as opposed to just bigger all over.
I’ve seen as low as a 14W, but never a 12W.
I have to say that things have gotten much, muuuuuuuuuuccch better since I was in high school, when the only plus size clothes were for frumpy women in their fifties. More stores carry larger sizes - though some only go up to 18, it’s still an improvement. There are more plus size stores out there, and the offerings online make me very, very happy.
Still, the same three characteristics we all want in clothing can be devilishly difficult to find, especially for plus size women. That is: clothing that fits, clothing that is attractive, and clothing that is well made for the price.
Fit is more difficult for plus size women, because of the great variation of where we pack the pounds on. For instance, I carry most of my weight around my waist, and I have a large bust. I wear a 16 or 18 on top, but an 18 or 20 on bottom. I have the bottom of a woman half my weight (and, boy, is she ticked). Yes, regular sized women face the same issues, but it’s even worse for plus sized women, because the differences are that much larger.
There’s no guarantee that a clothing line that used to have a good fit on you will continue to. I’ve found that about every three years, I have to switch stores, clothing lines, or what have you in order to find the best fit. Also, stores like Lane Bryant and the Avenue have a frustrating habit of changing buyers or attitude or something, and their entire line of clothes changes from one milieu to another, leaving me out in the cold.
I still have a hard time convincing myself to lay out money on clothes. Part of it is my mom was no clothes horse - she was always put-together and attractive, but she had no interest in following trends. I never got used to shopping for clothes except when I really needed them (last good blouse got a spaghetti sauce stain that can’t be ignored). I never got used to buying the kind of good, solid clothes that are supposed to last you for years, because when I went shopping with my mom, I was either in the middle of a growth spurt or I was trying to diet to please her.
She did her very best, but she was so worried about my weight and health, she chose the wrong carrot - as soon as I lost weight, she would happily refit me with a new wardrobe, and until then, why didn’t we just get what I needed to get by. I never did lose weight, so I never had more clothes than what I needed to just get by.
Consequently, it’s taken me years as an adult to get comfortable buying clothes that I don’t absolutely need, especially nicer clothes. I think the most expensive piece of clothing I’ve ever bought has been less than $100. I’m the same way with shoes, though my feet are probably the one part of my body that doesn’t have extra fat on them.
I still feel terribly self-concious about shopping, even in plus-size stores, because the ghosts of middle school past haunt me. [snotty girl’s voice]God, why do you even try? You’re nothing but a fat whale.[/snotty girl’s voice] [obnoxious boy’s voice]Hey, nice outfit. For a freak show![/obnoxious boy’s voice] [teacher’s voice]If only you could lose a little weight, phouka. You have such a pretty face.[/teacher’s voice] It’s worst when I shop by myself, and on bad days, it’s enough to make me give up entirely.
Finally, clothes are now available that are well made for the money, fit, and attractive. Salespeople, for the most part, treat me like a human being. I know if I go to Nordstrom’s with a lot of money to spend, I will have something to wear that makes me feel beautiful. If I go to Nordstrom’s The Rack with three hundred dollars, I can pick up anywhere from six to ten pieces just as nice, but the selection is much more limited, and it takes me three times as long to find them. Anywhere else, and it is much more hit or miss, more frustrating, more demoralizing, and more depressing.
So, if you hear me complaining about how hard it is to find good clothes for plus-size women like myself, these days, it’s less about the actual selection available today than it is about the cumulative scars of shopping twenty to ten years ago. In the last four years, I’ve probably purchased twice as many clothes as I did in the previous twelve years.