Born in the 80s but I look like a girl from Abercrombie & Fitch …because I can’t fucking shop at age appropriate stores.  I tried to buy pants yesterday and had no success because they all bunched up in the waist and hips.  If I want to dress like an adult, I’m out of luck, because every company is now catering to the “curves” of the “average woman.”  So until you shit out a couple kids and/or give up on life, you have to awkwardly shop at Hollister with the gawky teenagers, trying to find your size in the dark, which sucks because your 30 year old eyes can’t quite focus like they used to. And fat people are complaining about stores not carrying their circus tent sizes…once upon a time I was “average” you butter huffing bell-curve destroyers. *I work in healthcare, so my daily wardrobe is primarily scrubs.  But even the XXS poof out like fucking hammer pants sometimes.