Typically, I wear a size 18 in pants. I’ve gained a little weight recently, no big deal. Still though: My mom got me size 26 and size 28 pants today.
I like loose clothes for being around the house when I am at ease, but its really pissing me off that she thinks that just because I’m fat anything beyond size 20 is fair game, even though I keep telling her that those sizes are usually too big for me, depending on the maker, the type of garment, and the style of how it’s made.
I insistently told her that the pants she bought me were too big. She snapped at me to try them on anyway and walked out of the room, as if I would magically find out that they were just the right size after giving them a try.
I am trying to be more confident when faced with her nonsense and bigotry. I know what size I wear. I don’t need her telling me what size I wear. It’s almost like she’s angry that bigger sizes don’t fit me. This isn’t the first time she’s done this. It bothers me that I appear larger than I really a in her eyes because I’m plus size/fat. It’s like she just sees me as this fat blob that she’s struggling to outfit because I shift shape like some kind of amorphous gel to her, always a different size but too fat for “normal sizes”.
I have suggested that if she plans to get me clothes, I will come with her but she insists on bringing stuff back home that I find disrepectful of my wishes.
shaking my head,
Taviante Queens
Koryn
I completely understand. My mother did that to me on Saturday. She had always hinted at the fact that she thought I was huge, but this was the first time she had ever said it out right. I acknowledge that I’ve gained some weight but not as much as she thinks I have.
We were at the store and she announced that I needed new shorts. I also take a size 18 (on average) so when she picked up a size 28 I smiled and said it was too big for me. She snorted/laughed at me and said no it wasn’t and that I’d be surprised when I tried it on. She did that over and over again to the point that I was trying to hold back the tears (poorly) and strangers were reaching out and squeezing my hand as they passed.
She still doesn’t believe that I’m a size 18 and I think part of that is because we’re the same size…and I’m about 6″ taller than her. She also likes to send mixed messages in terms of food and exercise. A lot of do as I say, not as I do. I wish parents realized what they do to their children’s self esteem. Sometimes it feels like “I love you so much! but I’d love you more if you were skinny”.