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Originally Posted by DesigningWoman
I once was clothes shopping at Lane Bryant. This was about the only store I didn't feel awkward about my weight in. I picked out a lot of cute things and was at the register buying them. The female salesperson asked how old i was. I told her 36. She actually said critically "You look a lot older. You don't want to look so old do you?" Then she proceeded to rip apart my hair style. She decided that my hair was aging me terribly and I needed a cut ASAP. That it made me look elderly and awful. I was horrified and humiliated. I grabbed my bags and left. That spoiled Lane Bryant a supposedly accepting shop to this day.
Pretty much every day since, I wish I had informed the saleslady she could refund my money, put every item back on the shelf while I discussed her rude, unacceptable behavior with her boss. But I didn't. I took the cruel criticism of a total stranger woman who knew no more about fashion than I do. I felt horrible about my appearance and wanted to cry. Women can be incredibly cruel and callous about others and their own physical appearances.
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That's horrible! I don't experience this so much anymore, I think, because I shop 2nd hand or find my clothes in the trash (true story!). I never buy makeup, because I hate spending extra cash on something I'll probably be allergic to and is in reality just fancy dirt to put on your face. Where I shop, however, partly does come from the fact that I was treated ****** in mall stores in high school, so I learned the hard way that people in expensive stores are pretty crappy a lot of the time. I typically wear tye dye and loose, crazily patterned skirts, my hair is always mostly shaved and dyed crazy colors, and even without those things, my skin is terrible, I'm completely flat-chested, and I'm kinda fat. My kids' friend's parents and their teachers treat me like crap sometimes because of what I look like, but I don't really care. I have friends that like me how I am, and I like how I dress and wear my hair, so the people who judge me (and you too!) can screw themselves. Or at least that's how I'd like to think, if I didn't have so many crummy hang-ups.
