I should have said something. I went to my local craft store this past weekend for some fabric. I'm attempting to put together my first cosplay. I find my choice of material and color and bring them up to the potato working the section. It asks me how much of each and I admittedly said, "I have no clue. Its the first time I've done this. I think I need 5 meters of this one and 3 of the other one." It hy-ahhs and asks what I'm making. I tell it, "A costume." "Oh, well you're really thin. You shouldn't need too much."  Bitch, fuck you! Who the fuck are you to tell me how much damn fabric I need? I didn't even say the costume was for me for fucks sake! And in the chance that it was for me, why do you feel the need to comment on my body? I'm buying fabric. At no point was it necessary for you to tell me I'm "really thin". That's like me going to buy an ipod and the person unlocking the security cabinet says, "Oh you want this 16g blue one? But you're really short." I should have said something. I should have told it I was making a fat suit.  >.<