Yesterday I went shopping with a few school chums. It was a typical girls’ day: lunch followed by hours of pounding the pavement on Robson.We stopped at Zara and all three of us tried on a few things. I found a really cute, orange summer dress and liked it but needed one size bigger — a large. When I asked the somewhat snooty sales girl to grab me a large I was informed that the dress only comes in small or medium, like many other items in the store.

I was flabbergasted! I’m not plus sized by any stretch of the imagination and large is a completely average size! I had a brief glimpse into the world of plus sized women, and I did not enjoy it. I have to wonder who these designers are designing for because it’s certainly not the average North American woman!

Has this ever happened to you?


I’m a normal sized girl. I have a belly, and hips, and a bum. I read a lot of fashion blogs, and magazines. By far, the majority of women looking back at me from the glossies are stick thin. They are so thin that they look unhealthy. One of my current phrases is, “Eat a sandwich!”
It doesn’t make sense to me. Clothes are marketed to normal women. Women with real figures, curves, and bumps. What woman wants to look at photo after photo of someone they can’t relate to at all? Not me.
This is my idea of sexy:
Not this:
Photos from Google Images.