A fat in Brandy Melville. I was out, and I saw a Brandy Melville store. Now, I've heard about Brandy being a shitlady store from this website, so I decided to go in. Apparently, it's a one size fits all store that can trigger fatties endlessly. So I walk in, and I am in LOVE. Gorgeous, soft clothes in only MY SIZE! No vanity sizing BS. I was able to pick up and try on anything I wanted without having to worry about vanity sizing. And don't even get me started on the jeans there. Nowadays, it's hard for me to find my size jeans, because I'm normally a 0, but with this vanity sizing I'm a double zero (??) and nobody sells that anywhere. I was able to fit into every. single. thing at this store. It was a dream come true.  Until a fatty walked in.  It obviously didn't know what Brandy Melville was.  After looking through some of the racks, she walked to a saleslady, and said, "Um, I'm sorry, but I can't find anything in my size." I was holding in laughter. Stupid fatty. "I apologize," the saleslady said, giving the fatty a once-over, "We don't sell your size here." "HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT SIZE I AM?" the fatty reeeeed angrily.  "Ma'am, I need to ask you to go." "NO. WHAT SORT OF IMAGE IS THIS GIVING TO YOUNG GIRLS?" I couldn't hold it in anymore. "SKINNY STICKS LIKE THEM," she said pointing to me and the lady next to me, "ARE EXACTLY WHAT YOUNG GIRLS STARVE THEMSELVES TO BE." Laughing, I said, "You want younger girls to be morbidly obese rather than fit and healthy?" This set her off. I stopped listening, and went to the dressing room - ignoring the angry moos of the sea cow I had left behind.  And I walked out with a bunch of cute new shitlady clothes.