I HATE VANITY SIZING So I started a new job last week. For this one, I need work dress pants. No jeans. You don’t understand how ANGRY I was getting. It took my whole day just to find pants. Going to store after store, having the “size 0” be baggy, most stores not even having anything lower than “size 2”. I can fit into kids’ pants, but of course you can’t find much there except sparkly barbie crap and regular jeans. I’m about a medium in girls’ clothes. I can fit into the smallest sizes of juniors’ clothes in stores that don’t do much vanity sizing. I’m a pretty small adult. And I’m not “anurexxic”. I eventually had to go to thrift stores. The first one I found nothing at. At the second one I went to, after combing through racks and racks of black pants, trying on many pairs, I finally found a grand total of three black work pants that actually fit.  Luckily I could find black polo shirts in the kids’ uniform section. I. HATE. Vanity. Sizing. I HATE fat fucks ree-ing about wanting to be a “size 6”, which is what causes vanity sizing in the first place.  And, unlike fat fucks, I get out and be a productive member of society, I don’t sit around on my ass claiming “muh disabiliteez”.