The fatty girl clothes in our Target are banished to the far back corner. Sure, maybe the maternity clothes outnumber the big girls sizes, which I can only reason as to the fact that Target must think the demand for the 5 months of maternity clothes outweigh the demand for years, if not a lifetime of fatty girl sizes. Or maybe it’s because Target thinks Maternity and Fatty Girl clothes are for the same people. Yes, maybe the fatty girl clothes and the maternity clothes are often lumped together, weaving through racks – checking the tags to see if they say maternity on it or not – eventually saying, “fuck it” because you’ve accidentally tried on a maternity top but love the way it looks on you (that damn empire cut) so you get it and rip out the maternity tag when you get home. Someone asks? “Oh – this old thing? I’ve had it for so long I’ve worn the tag off! Look!” Okay, so maybe they see different shades of the color grey and see “Manatee Grey” for the big girls, and “dark heather gray” for the non big girls. But guys, despite all of that I still prefer Target’s Big Girl section to Macy’s. I mean, hell, in our Macy’s it’s in the depth of the basement, two floors down, and I often wonder if the lights will be on or not – and it consists of two moo-moos and a pair of Apple Bottom Jeans. Old Navy is hit or miss. They’re like the bi-polar cousin that sometimes you love hanging out with and other times you just don’t get it. So, I go to Target.
I had a very interesting conversation with one of their employees, who also happened to be a big girl. Our conversation went like this:
Me: Where did the big girl section go?
Her: It’s in clearance.
Me: What? No, I mean the non-clearance big girl section.
Her: Yeah, it’s all in clearance. Everything we have left is in clearance.
Me: Wait… So, you’re telling me there is no big girl section?
Her: Yeah, we’re getting a new designer sometime this year so they discontinued the line and put it all on clearance. They told us “Big Changes are coming.”
Me: Is that because we’re big girls? Big girls need love, too… that’s messed up.
Me: Any clue on when?
Her: Nope. Just this year sometime.
Me: Again, that’s messed up. Thanks for your help.
Me: Walks my big ass over to bi-polar Old Navy that seems to be having a great day, and gets a new dress.
Oh Target, please get your shit together.