As a larger sized person, I have to admit – I hate clothes shopping. I know, I feel like I’m betraying all woman-hood when I say that, but it’s true. I hate going from shop to shop and finding nice clothes only to discover that they’re 3 sizes too small for me. Or when I find something in my size, it’s drab, shapeless and dowdy. Or makes me look like a man. Or ninety. And then there’s the awful, torturous act of trying on clothes. The booths are always over-heated, the clothes always too small, and even when you can find something that fits you, and is in a nice colour and doesn’t cost an arm, three legs and your first-born – turns out it looks dreadful on you, and the search begins again. (more…)
In our wonderful modern world, we get constantly hammered by the images of emaciated celebrities with their enhanced breasts, talon-like nails and teeth so white you can see them from space. It’s been a long time since I considered any of that beautiful, and yet, without our will, it seems, our eyes are still drawn to these people. Despite our best intentions, somehow, subconsciously, we still admire them for those features, even when we know we shouldn’t. Part of the problem is that there often isn’t any alternative, no member of the ‘beautiful people’ or celebrity genre that bears any resemblance to the person we see in our mirrors. (more…)
For some of us, just getting ourselves off the couch to go walk the dog for ten minutes can be enough of a challenge on a daily basis. Doing it while wearing the biggest, oldest, baggiest clothes you can find only makes it that much more difficult, or in some cases, impossible. Throughout the western world, the media is forever going on about how overweight people just need to get out there and be more active – as though it’s as easy as clicking your fingers. It isn’t. Far from it. But while they’re waving that magic wand, there is little in the way of solid and practical ways in which we can do it – or plus-size exercise clothing to wear while we are.
Without doubt, one of the most difficult, painful and awkward aspects to living with extra weight is all wrapped up in the clothes that we wear. Clothes shopping for me is a little like walking on a knife’s edge, balanced between delight that I find something that I like and that fits me and that looks good and I can afford – and the opposite, where everything I look at is too small, too expensive, a dreadful colour, or more often than not, so old and frumpy I wouldn’t let my grandmother out in it.