I was actually just thin shamed at the mall. Greetings, fellow shitladies and shitlords.  I was just shopping at the mall for some work-appropriate clothes and a few cocktail dresses; all of my dresses are entirely too short because I'm in university and can wear whatever the hell I want.  Also, I'm tall, so if I want to shop at cute, trendy stores like Express, then I just have to suck it up and wear some short dresses and skirts. Sue me. I decided to hit up Nordstrom for some dresses. Now, mind you, I am 5'10", 135lbs, and typically a size 4. My boobs are pretty big relative to my dress size-- DDD or E-- so it's like, really fucking important that I try everything on. Sometimes a dress won't zip up over my chest, the brand runs small, or it winds up being too low cut-- there's a lot of shit that can go wrong. Additionally, I am very insecure about my body and how I look, so I need to make sure that things fit perfectly before I buy them. Common sense. So I'm just kind of browsing the racks, trying to find some dresses that I like. After picking out a few things, I ask for a fitting room so I can everything on.  I put on a cute lavender dress (that wound up being extremely unflattering... RIP), but I wanted to check it out in the bigger mirrors outside of the room-- you know, like the ones in the waiting area of the dressing room.  As I am looking at myself in the large mirrors, a buttergolem steps outside of her fitting room to presumably check out her dress in the mirrors, too. Now, shitlords and ladies, this is where I am forced to interact with the rudest fucking lady of my life.  The mall I am shopping at is in a very wealthy part of the city, so condescending, old, uppity white women (I am also white lol) are a dime a dozen here, but at least they're normally human sized.  But no, OHHHH no. This lard gobbler is also trying on some dresses in the fitting room, and she stands at a proud 5'4" and at least 250lbs. Fucking lol. No idea how she is even fitting in anything here.  Her makeup is done so fucking poorly that she looks like Big Bertha the Fatass Clown, and moreover, her bleached hair is teased up with so much hairspray that even a fucking hurricane couldn't move that shit.   She takes one look at me, giggles, and says, "You really need to eat something. You can't even fill out that dress. Men want some junk in the trunk!"  Then she sort of shook her "butt."  Seriously, she said that to me, and it was so rude. It completely caught me off guard. I honestly didn't realize that this shit was something that happened outside of the dark corners of Tumblr. Guys, look. First of all, the dress was actually quite tight, and almost uncomfortably so.  Secondly, I have no butt, and it's one of my biggest insecurities; so yeah, sometimes I don't "fill out" a dress because I have nothing to fill it with. Finally, I have been professionally diagnosed with BDD and bulimia (but I haven't purged in months-- yay!), so negative comments regarding my body are actually extremely damaging. While I'm not ever concerned about being too thin, this lady definitely made me feel entirely ugly, so I didn't respond, went into the dressing room, and cried for a few minutes. :c However, after being a pansy, I remembered what a total disgusting waste of space this fatty is. Her porker opinion doesn't fucking matter. I got over myself and then just wound up being angry at her for making comments about my body that were completely uncalled for. So, I put on a tight, lacy dress that showed way too much cleavage, and let me tell you, I was totally uncomfortable in it, but I knew that it would piss off Big Bertha, so I rolled with it.  I walked out of the dressing room only to find her standing in front of the mirror in another dress that showcased the juicy sausage rolls that she had apparently stored somewhere in her back. I stood next to her and said, "I think I'm going to wear this dress to an event at my boyfriend's law firm. I think he'll like it a lot, don't you?" She didn't respond, so I continued. "Yeah, he works at [insert top law firm in the city]. I'm so lucky that he wants to show me off." She still didn't say anything, so I turned around to head back into my fitting room and said, "Oh, and you really need to eat less. You fill out that dress too much." Big Bertha finally called me a bitch, ugly, and rude, but talking back to her was so fucking liberating.  Fuck her.  Men want junk in the trunk?  Great.  My boyfriend thinks my body is just fine. Tl;DR: Fatty was triggered by my very existence in a fitting room, so I did my best to piss her off even more by bragging about successful boyfriend and showing off my human-sized body.