Frumpty Dumpty So I recently started a new job and I've been dealing with a LOT of thin shaming from my new boss. She looks like fifty pounds of shit in a five pound sack, nothing but a giant, jealous, giggly jelly goblin and frumpy as all hell. We had to order company shirts/ hoodies. I asked for small shirts and a medium fitted hoodie (we were told it runs 1-2 sizes small). I turned in my order and she asks me, "SkinnyCow, are you sure you need small shirts?". Yes, you oreoger, I'm 5'3" 115 lbs, reluctantly she enters my shirts (which fit perfectly). Then it came time to order the hoodie, "SkinnyCow, are you sure you need a medium hoodie? They run small." Yes, you pathetic waste of resources! Well I got my hoodie, it's a large and it swallows me. When I went to complain because, I wanted a FITTED hoodie she said something along the lines of, "Well maybe you'll grow into it. You're too skinny anyway." Then yesterday, I was complaining about the AC being set to 63 even though it was raining outside and freezing. I was pretty much told by the frumpy fupacabra and everyone else in the office that I needed to relax because it wasn't even pointing at me, I needed to eat a sandwich, and I should gain some weight because I was too thin. BONUS: Wonder bread warrior has also told me that she doesn't have the resources to send her two kids to college/ care for them but it's okay because she's going to help them get scholarships when they're old enough.