We all know I’m not a small lady.
Or if this is your first time here, Hi! I’m not a small lady.
I’m not abnormally ginormous, but to say I’m a curvy, plus size lady is exactly accurate.
I love me some t-shirts. Living in Orlando will put anyone (who doesn’t wear modest clothing for religious purposes) in a state of frenzy for wearing clothes that keep you cool. From April through October, it’s balls hot here, and I hate it.
I know. I live here. You can tell me to shut up.
Because of my refusal (yes, I’m back to that) to wear anything without sleeves, I look for shirts that have sleeves. Working from home affords me the luxury of wearing any old thing I have lying around and not having to dress up for the boss.
Again, you can tell me to shut up.
Patrick sent me a link to this t-shirt today: R2D2 Love
Of course, because I’m currently in the market for a new Star Wars t-shirt to wear to Star Wars Weekends, I had to have it.
I went to check out to buy the shirt, and seeing the pretty lady in the picture wearing a woman’s shirt, I thought for a split second that, “Hey! These people have women’s shirts, too! I’ll get myself an actual women’s t-shirt to be all cute and stuff!”
And that split second of hope was dashed when I saw this at the checkout screen:
I am not a Juniors. To the best of my knowledge, most of the women I know aren’t “juniors” by way of default that they are women.
I don’t think this has to do with me having more cushion for the pushin’, but rather has to do with clothiers thinking that all women can, or should, fit into shirts designed for teenagers.
There are lots of non-plus size women who can fit into the junior-sized shirts, and I’m sure most of them feel proud to fit into something their 15-year-old daughter or coming-out son would wear.
But to not have the option for anyone over a size 14 to wear something that’s not “mens” or “unisex” frustrates me.
I still bought the shirt. Hell, I love the shirt.
I’m going to wear that Mens(Unisex) -XL R2D2-loving a trashcan shirt like the proud, plus-size, Nerd Mama that I am, and smile hugely when I get stopped no less than 20 times with compliments by the other Star Wars nerds at Star Wars Weekends.
Though, they’re probably just going to be staring at my plus-size boobs, and I’m OK with that.