If I worked there, I’d pull her aside and say, “This store sucks ass. I work here because there’s not many more options for retail in this location. I can help you rock some awesome stuff, but you might not fit much here. I’m already writing corporate about this shit.”
My mom was a fat girl growing up. I was not. (My own time came briefly later.) I remember hearing her lament about how she couldn’t find cool shit to wear when she was younger, and that she had to try to throw her own stuff together, with mixed results. She was a tall girl to boot. (“I could never wear heels with your father…”)
If a corporation is too dumb to realize that there’s fat people with awesome style and money they want to spend, they can go hang. Seriously.
