Sorry, I’m not available.
No, that is not the greeting on my non existant cell phone, nor it is the greeting on my answering machine. THAT is what the shirt in the “big girls” section had written across the front. In sparkly letters.
Apparently, plus sized women like me want to make it sparkly clear to the everyone who walks past us that “we may be fat, but SO?! WE BE IN RELATIONSHIPS, BITCHES.”

Then there was the one next to it.
“Smile. It distracts people” (again, in sparkly letters) Yeah! Smile, it distracts people… FROM THE SIZE OF MY ASS.

Those were just two of the super lovely, totally hip choices.

And let’s talk about the few shirts that didn’t have sparkly messages plastered all over them.
Apparently? If you’re a size 16 and up? You need bows and fake flowers plasted all over your bossoms. You also totally need sequins. to compliment your enormous tits. SEQUENCE SEQUINS, BITCHES! And not just one row of it either. You need like, 4 or 5 rows of that shit.
Perhaps I’m being a WEE TINY BIT defensive here, but can’t a woman of my size get a mother fucking PLAIN COTTON TSHIRT? Why must I advertise that “I’m not available” Or that “I’m all that and a bag of chips” (shuttie!)
GOSH!