I have a new post up at Curvy Girl Guide, this time talking about how much Forever 21 hates me:
Dear Sir (’cause I know a woman would not be behind this):
I have an issue with the sizing at your store.
I know, I know. The name of your store should be a warning. I’m not 21 – not even close. I know that my needs could be better met in a store called “Forever Mid-Thirties,” or “Desperately Clinging to My Youth.” But still, your budget prices and sassy fashions beckon me in again and again. . .