Womens Fashion Stores: I Kept Asking Myself The Question ‘what Is Plus-Size These Days
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Just an invisible door that I couldn’t exit as I wanted, I had to smile gently ‘is it OK, can I go on lunch now, before I freed myself from a prison without bars.
He had a rough charm that appealed to women, it seemed like all of them flocked around wanting approval from him before buying that Friday dress or simply just ask me, ‘can you get me Harry’ when I came carrying the clothes to the ‘fittingroom’.
He was my boss, the store owner but also the guard forcing me to never ever leave without his consent. Furthermore, he was a dark grey haired man in his late 40’s and had big bushy eyebrows that could form the meanest face expression I’ve ever seen. Needless to say, for anyone who wants’ to become something in the fashion industry it’s necessary to have worked some dog years in a fashion store selling clothes. I was one of them, a dreamer that had high goals set, saw myself bowing in front of a huge audience, camera flashes going off in the dark and spotlights in my face, there I was in the middle of it all, center stage with tall skinny models coming up behind me, I actually wanted to be a Fashion Designer.
I remember my mom’s bitter comment ‘so, Fashion Designer ha, well everyone wants’ to be that’. Well, me By the way I remember saying not knowing hereafter how right she was, It was true, everyone really wanted to be a Fashion Designer and the competition was fierce. Whenever getting short term jobs at Agencies and Ad Firms, realizing that years later here I was still struggling. Brewing coffee and cleaning plants with pieces of wet cloth, to so work in a Fashion Store folding clothes instead of white sheets of paper. Like stating that he was the devil, so this was a bit over a year ago and I found myself not merely working in a store with ‘PlusSize’ customers and no Plus Size clothes also with a boss that had made a reputation of himself.a lot of sellers that booked appointment asked if Harries horns was out and if he had burn marked anyone this week. It is the store was not only lacking bigger sizes but also constantly running low on pretty normal once like Medium and Large. I want to ask you a question. Trying the garments myself I also found the sizes to be wrongly labeled, a Medium was suddenly extremely tight and a Small not even wearable all depending from what country they have been from, To be honest I was wondering if it was just me?
Whenever wearing nothing except blackish mascara and a well starved body, I gently glanced through the half opened door at the woman in her 50’s doing best in order to regain her youth, she was young throughout the 70’s probably heaps skinnier than I’ll ever be and after all she must have followed the Twiggy wave.
Just since you hit the ‘middleage’ boundary it doesn’t make you dead?
When I get older, I felt a sudden struck of panic, surely I need to look nice, wear something trendy with a nice fit, doesn’t have to look like I’m intending to a disco with my fourteen year old daughter but still, I’m quite sure I want some style?
Woman was now going for a really tight pair of jeans, no doubt!
The woman in the changing room was unsuccessful and she looked dark red and a bit strained in her face, ‘do you need any help?’ I asked a certain amount my friends and their friends had a hard time accepting it.
Where was the jeans with the ‘semi high’ waist for a comfortable fit but not ugly lookingadjusted to an old women where was the comfortable clothing in a trendy up to date design? Thanks anyways miss’ she mumbled as she moved around in there, no thanks. There’s a hidden problem, what happened to everything in between as well, the PlusSizes ain’t just non existent.
While folding the XS ps and looking at the stocks decrease in size Medium and Large, I felt as it was piling up.
Whether your working in a bakery in Germany or cleaning windows at Rue de something in Paris people look different, look, there’s always exceptions, eat different and luckily shop different which means that we as a stated fact are unique everyone of us in style and taste but we need those options in front of us, the right to choose.
Whenever, I kept asking myself the question ‘what is Plus Size these days?’ It was as if everything over Medium was considered big and it was always ordered in a small quantity. Surely there must be a reason why the bosses don’t need to buy more normalsizes, they must know that sizes have increased and that small is merely for the younger generation.
While watching the woman sigh over the lack of ‘roomy sizes’ and a bit embarrassed folded the skinny jeans she had escaped from, entangled and caught to now take a deep breath and feel free again, as I stood there.
I remember nodding and later thinking that it was simply his problem and not mine.
I silently thought about what my boss blatantly said the other day while I asked about the small stock of sizes ‘overweight women don’t look for to wear trendy clothes, they won’t buy it and it simply doesn’t sell’. I remember looking at him with big eyes, not as if this was a true ‘eyeopener’ but simply by clear statement he made with such arrogance.
