Account Deleted By User I want to preface this by saying most of the people I work with in my various groups are lost in fat logic but very nice.  It's like dealing with five year olds.  They know they have a problem but they just can't figure out what it is. Anyway, I was recently finishing up a wrapper from somebody in one of the groups I work with.  A "wrapper" is basically just a muumuu; yoke that ends right above the boobs and pleated sections below, drawn in by a belt.  It's what pregnant women wore back then, so it's the only option for the modern fupa. I made this particular individual a 90" belt to go around her historical bag.  NINETY INCHES.  It wasn't enough.  You could barely tie a bow with it.  Little tiny loops.  Barely holding together.  There were a number of us in the room when the fat was trying this on (over clothes, thank god, because I did have to see it in its underwear earlier).  Nobody could say anything nice.  The other living history fats couldn't say anything.   We had an awkward laugh. I made a new fucking belt.  120".  Hopefully this one fits.   My next project is supposed to be a skirt for another other main re-enactors that's got a 48" waist.  These people are lucky I know how to size patterns.  WTF?