BuzzFeed asked women to be candid and honest about the times they have felt they have been fat/weight shamed by retail workers while shopping and, I could honestly cry. So horrible.
In high school I want prom dress shopping at a little dress store in the mall. I grabbed a dress to try on and asked the shop lady for a dressing room. She looked me up and down, took the dress out of my hands, and said “there is nothing in my store that will fit YOU” while pointing up and down and across my midsection. Then she asked me to leave.
When I went dress shopping for prom with just me and my other plus sized friend, we went to the store in our town where most people go for prom. We got there and they said that they were not ordering in extra sizes this year, and they decided to do as system where they only had what was on the rack only. We ask if they have a plus size section and they lead us straight to the clearance rack, which only had about 4 plus sizes and they we’re all extremely ugly. We asked if that was all that was left they said that was about all they ordered in. My friend almost cried because it just felt so embarrassing to go into that store and the only dresses they had that might fit you are ugly and aren’t even the right plus size. It felt kinda like they were saying if your bigger or a fatter that you can’t wear pretty dresses like the rest of the skinny girls. It just felt very size discriminatory Luckily we found a store that had a lot of beautiful plus sizes. But the experience we had at that dress shop was disheartening and we will never be going back.
Went to VS for something new to wear for my six year anniversary with my fiancé. Couldn’t find anything in my size. So I asked one of the girls to help and she said to me “well maybe once you lose some weight, we’ll find something in your size!”
Yeah I left the store in tears.
I went into a clothing store just looking around and I picked up a pair of pants to look at. Store employee came over to me and said “we don’t really make YOUR size here but you can always take them to the tailor and have them let out”. Practically ran out of the store and cried in my car.
At a bridal shop they had maybe 3 dresses in the size I needed, (16/18 in normal dresses) or that would even fit enough to get an idea of a dress, and none of them were the style I liked. The associate went to grab a bride from another room to model the dresses for me. She was the polar opposite of me in every way. Super tall, dark coloring to my gingerness, runway model type body type to my more hourglass and busty body type.
She looked gorgeous in every dress. The associate that was supposed to be helping me and the associate that was helping her both ignored me and started pulling all kinds of things for her to try on, and discussing how classic and beautiful traditional white dresses are instead of “trying too hard and possibly looking tacky” with a less traditional color choice. (I was looking for something that didn’t make me look monochromatic, as I am so pale white I practically glow in the dark)
I started to get ready to leave and Other Bride’s associate told me there was plenty of time to lose some weight before the wedding. The other bride decided to chime in and tell me which diet I should be on and give me a reference card for the gym she went to because “if you sign up I get 50$!”
I went home and cried, and was so put off by the whole thing I just picked a dress out of a catalog at a different store without trying anything on.
I STILL regret not standing up for myself so I could have gotten a dress I really loved. I hate looking at wedding pictures even 12 years later.
I went into a popular bra store, and was looking around for something in my size (38F) that was a bit cheaper then the 120$ bras I usually had to buy.
A girl who was *maybe* 18, came up and asked if I needed help finding a gift. I said no I was looking for a certain style of bra, could she point me in the right direction.
She paused and smiled like I was an idiot and said “oh no honey, we don’t carry bras for your part of the alphabet.” And walked away shaking her head.
Bitch didn’t even ask my size.
I had picked a cute dress off the rack just to look at it and offer it to a friend (whose size it was) to try on. The manager of the boutique came over to me, took the dress away, saying she didn’t want “any broken zippers” in her store. I never went back.
I went prom dress shopping when I was eighteen and it was hell. It wasn’t finding a dress that was hard – there are plenty of beautiful dresses out there for plus size women. No, it was the shopping consultants I couldn’t deal with. The first store I went into, I told the lady what I was looking for (a black, floor-length gown). She told me I didn’t want a black gown, because I “have my entire life to wear black,” and that I should just sit down instead of looking myself. “It’s gonna be a lot of work to find something that’ll look good on you. Especially because you’ve got huge hips and incredibly small breasts.” I took my business elsewhere.
I went to a boutique in our mall since some of their flowy, regular sized clothes actually did fit me. I was glancing over a few tops and the lady working there came over to me and said, “the bigger sizes are over here.” My jaw dropped and I just walked out, biting my lip so I didn’t cry or do something mean.
It’s THE LOOK you get when you walk into a store that you know doesn’t sell clothing in your size. The “who let this whale out in public” look. When shopping with a “regular sized” friend, the sales staff will always notice them first and look at them when asking questions, even if they’re not the ones buying anything. We constantly get overlooked!