Thrifting: Plus Size Edition
The aesthetic of thrift shopping is big now. I’m currently in Portland - on Hawthorne St, where all the vintage stores are - and I’m, ya know, browsing the clothes, looking for dresses from the 40s - 60s and I find some that I think fit. I stack up because I only wanna try on clothes once. The dresses are cute and from the outside they look like they could fit. But they don’t. They either are tight on my arms, don’t skip, or are too long/short for my body. I visit three HUGE vintage stores and leave with a skirt that I like. This is usually the norm for me.
Being fat and thrifting is like a 20:80 bet. You are either going to find the coolest stuff that fit your body or find nothing that barely fits your arms. It’s daunting while thrifting because the majority of things are not in your size. Of it they are, it’s unflattering dresses that make you feel sloppy. I get a little depressed when I don’t find stuff because it’s not like I didn’t find anything cute. I found lots of cute things but none that fit my body in flattering ways.
I am jealous of the people who fit in a size medium and have a better chance of finding clothes everywhere they go. I’ve gone down a few sizes and still struggle to find clothes at these stores. Being plus-size, when you enter a store you automatically go to the plus size section. There you will find caftans and skirts that were obviously made for tall women, not fat women. But plus-size covers tall and fat. You shove and shove through the clothes and pray you’ll find something that not only fits you, but flatters you. I visited three different vintage/thrift stores over the time in Portland and only found a skirt. I had high hopes of finding a pretty day dress and leaving with the skirt made me feel like the only way I have a chance of finding clothes is to lose weight. I know it’s a shallow way to react, but it weighs on my heart (unintentional pun).
Thrifting is hard for a fat girl.