My money is green

I like clothes.  And shoes.  And most things women like. 
I like to shop but I have been overweight most of life, so theres always that to contend with.
I don't like to shop in like fat people stores (Lane Bryant etc), mostly because the clothes are un-stylish but also because they use the most awful synthetic fabrics.   I live in an neighborhood with many "plus-sized" options but these mostly caters to black women, so the color choices that the stores carry always looks weird on my pasty skin (I cant wear orange and leopard print and bright purple floral prints). 

So I tend to just take my chances in the regular stores.  Which usually do have wearable things even for the "plus" sized.  Especially when slightly "baggy" (or "deconstructed") is in, which it is very much right now.   In general I like my clothes, even if I have had fewer options.  I am happy with my style.  I prefer to buy expensive clothes with fancy fabrics, so that means I just have fewer of them which is all fine and good.  So whats my point....

I have felt that there are many times when I am shopping somewhere, especially small boutique stores, that I am "not welcome."  Even if the clothes fit me, the people in the stores would prefer that I not be wearing them.  Because what does that say about their brand?  On the one hand I understand this, because prejudice against fat people is high and highly accepted especially among urban white people.  However, I would like to point out that my money is green and worth the same amount as anyone else's.   I would also like to point out that YOU are working in a STORE, so suck it. 

I was made to think about this because yesterday I went to a shoe sample sale for Marais Shoes.  I found several shoes I liked and went to pay.  The woman before me, a typical JAP (jewish american princess) with that nasal valley girl/jersey accent was paying for her shoes.  The owner (?) of Marais said to her, oh I want to take your picture for the blog, everyone is getting their picture taken.  JAP-py girl feigned mock embarrassment at this request and had it taken.  

When I paid however, Mrs. Marais didn't say anything about the picture.   I could tell it was sort of a, I'm selling you shoes, but I'm pretty uninterested in you representing my brand in any way.  Which I was kind of like, eh but also oddly hurt.  She could have just taken the pic and not used it.  Which would have been the more "polite" thing to do.  I get that people would like to shame me into losing weight but my parents tried that for years without avail.  New Yorkers in general love to shame each other into better behavior.  I get it.  But I still think, my money is worth the same as any jappy valley/jersey girl any day and I'm also much less annoying.

Just saying.