Original article Here.
“I know she means it, and I’m grateful for this tiny slice of humanity in a street of anguish. Finally, I go to Burberry, where a girl with the eyes of a pencil sharpener waves at the collection and says: ‘It only goes up to a size 14.’ Why? She doesn’t know. She doesn’t care. Because I’m the Martin Luther King of retail. Because I’m fat – and in high-end fashion-land that is the same as being invisible. I pause by a tiny dress that looks like the skin of an angry alien. It is totally disgusting, this piece of skin, but what if it wasn’t? What if I wanted it? I am a size 16. I am the same size as the average British woman. I am the statistical norm. And yet I have been made to feel like a stranger in my own land.”
First of all: When you read this article, the woman cannot stop calling herself fat, and by the 4th store she went to I wanted to reach through my computer screen and pull the designer dreams from her head. She was blindly in search of supporting the very people who have condemned her for looking different than their status quo.
I think it’s worth a read if not for anything else that she is sincerely out of touch with herself and her own worth. If someone told me that they didn’t want my money because they would not accept me how I looked? You can bet your Chanel pumps I would be taking my ‘$1000.00′ somewhere else- actually, anywhere else.
In the same article, the woman bashes another fashion house, “A ‘la discount brand,” and then at the end of the article she basically tells all the fatties to waddle over there- because at least they’ll service them.
I have a better idea: The author, needs to stop putting herself in a peer network with other woman. This woman is not only worse than the shop owners by putting down herself and others like her, she’s extremely self-absorbed. If blowing $1000.00 on a dress is the only way she can help her ‘dismal existence,’ than I truly, truly, pity her.
And that touch, the statement that she’s the ‘Martin Luther King Jr. *(You forgot his true name, genuis,) of retail,” only solitifies her true worth in my book. Comparing yourself to one of the most important social activists is absolutely disgusting.
