I’m going to assume this wasn’t meant to be insulting, because I read it carefully and did not feel uncomfortable and since my ass is fat (actually, my ass is petite, it’s the rest of me that’s thunderous ) I’ve got some answers.
Start with this: It is hard to find clothing for large women that is flattering, attractive, and alluring. It’s damn near impossible sometimes. Start with fabrics: some designers seem to think that The Way To Dress The Fat Chick is with a 5% Spandex mix. This can make previously solid fabric strong and stretchy, but I tend to prefer fully cotton or linen or silk clothing instead of lacing my pants with dead animals.
Now we’ll go on to cut, which could be a whole Pit in itself. I’ve been finding two styles pretty consistently: it’s either Modest Madge, the 50 year old librarian who occasionally likes big block colors and realtor earrings, or Sexy Sinndy, who is apparently 17 and will not wear a shirt if it does not have glitter or sequins. Hopefully it’ll even show off a bit of nipple! :rolleyes: The fact is, larger women can be hard to design clothes for. We don’t just curve at the top and the bottom; depending on the woman, we can have some impressive proportions. I can wear clothing that was meant for my mother and clothing that was meant for my friend Beth, and they’re about a hundred and fifty pounds apart. We just have different weight distributions (Beth, stacked, looks pretty much like an Amazon warrior; Mom, not really stacked, looks like an apple).
A shirt that looks good on a size 5, therefore, can’t just be expanded for a size 26. Then there’s skirts. I don’t know about the rest of you ladies, but I can’t wear anything shorter than knee length – I have the constant feeling that the wind is going to show off what butt I do have to the world. Even knee length is a little dangerous. Then there’s the problem of chafing, which can be somewhat helped by dusting powder and Spandex, but pulling on a pair of slacks is easier and comfier. We also don’t have to show off our legs, which – did you ever know that I can’t wear knee socks? My calves are too big. The sock doesn’t stretch enough for tall socks. Pantyhose is almost a must with skirts shorter than ankle length. You will never catch me in a pair of shorts this side of the 200# mark, either.
That’s not to say there’s nothing. I’m working up the courage to make an order here and I can occasionally find clothing at Lane Bryant (one store. The one store nearby that sells clothes I like, because I feel like an old lady when I go to Torrid and like a toddler in Catherine’s and like a fundamentalist when I go to Avenue) that I like. Currently I’m getting compliments in a bright blue empire-waisted top with white embroidered flowers at the yoke and the scalloped hem and major pleating in the bodice, making my not-inconsiderable rack somewhat tremendous, and the black knee-length linen skirt with the same embroidery. It’s my favorite outfit at the moment. Second favorite but rarely worn is basically the Naughty Secretary getup – dress shirt and black skirt and slight heels, but I don’t have any heels that fit at the moment. That one gets appreciative looks (I actually got a double-take once) and I get few enough of those that I treasure 'em.