To kill time before a massage, I stopped at Social Couture, a consignment shop next door to the Massage Place in Brentwood. I pulled out a D&G dress that was gorgeous, but clearly too big for me. The sales lady kept screwing up her face saying, " yes, you are at least a euro 40." Um, what? Firstly, this dress is not a 40 and secondly, neither am I. She pushed me to try to it on and it was clearly too big. She kept saying "it's PERFECT." I said, "have you ever seen a dress like this on? this is not how it's meant to fit." to which she replied, "that is your size"...it was a 44! I went in feeling thin, and ran out of there thinking, I must be chubby and have no idea.
I became so obsessed I couldn't go to sleep until I checked the sizes in my closet. Sure enough...it fluctuated between a US 2 or 4, a UK 6 or 8 or a Euro 36 or 38. If that freak in the shop had just said, "let's find something more your size", she could have sold me something. Instead she chose to question what I knew about myself and somehow make me feel bad. Well done stupid lady. You get zero commission and I'm going to starve for a week.
p.s. your blue contacts look dumb
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Katie
Butthole might be my favorite word of all time. Larry would shudder, he didn't like potty talk.
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Kristen
I'll be sure to stop in and shop with her whenever I need to lose a few pounds.
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Noods