I walked out of the dressing room with the items secure in my shopping bag. I was still unsure about the fit. I’ll try a size smaller, I decide. If it was a better fit, I would be content with that, and if it weren’t, I’d feel satisfied knowing I have the best fit as I left the store.
So I walked over to the shelves of jeans. Looking for a size smaller than I had in my shopping bag. The sales associate, asked me if I needed any help. I told him that I was fine. I thought that was it, he’d move on. Instead, he told me that their stores in the city, carried larger sizes.
Just to give a quick back ground, I’m a 5-5 curvy girl. Shopping for jeans are challenge because I’m never satisfied with the fit, and I am always settling. In this particular case, the waste of the jeans were big, and the thigh area were somewhat snug. Its a constant problem for me, so I was use to it. I had never bought jeans from this store, so trying a pair of jeans a size smaller, would tell me whether I had the best fit.
At first I was sort speechless. Then I realize that he probably didn’t realize he had insulted and offend me. He didn’t know that in the past, I spent a lot of time in the plus size section in department stores, and that only in recent years had i started shopping at stores where they sell normal sizes. He didn’t know any of this course, and was only trying to be helpful. Still it hurt. It made me angry.
I really wanted to say, “dude, f**k you”.
Instead, I said, “thank you, but I’ve got all I needed”. I then went to pay for my items.