I almost I got excited when I read that Saks Fifth Ave would soon be carrying plus-size apparel from uber luxe designers like Chanel, YSL, and McQueen until I realized a few very important points. I can’t afford luxe designers no matter what size I am. Quite frankly as much as I love fashion I would have to really be “rolling in the dough” for me to drop thousands of dollars for a pair of shoes.
I also really wonder if there is a true reason why only few take a stab at creating plus size clothing. When I “google” plus size one of my favorite retailers come up – Torrid.com. Then Lane Bryant, a few Amazon listings, and then it all becomes very random after that. So it’s clear there is a major clothing void in the fatosphere.
Ginia Bellafante wrote an interesting article in the NY Times. A point that stuck in my head was “With more weight comes more variation.” By golly I think she’s got a point. Being fat is so complex. You’ve got your traditional curvy shape, blessed with a little bit of everything in the right places. You could possess those DD’s (that all the girls want) but have the dreadful noassatall.com disease. We can also flip that and you could be built like the chess board above your waist and have a small continent in your jeans. Or you just might be “big boned” and be fat all over. Either way you get her our point. So when I translated all of that into fashion I suddenly realized why my clothes never really fit perfectly. At this point I don’t need high end I need the right fit! With all those variations it seems so easy to really get this plus size thing wrong.
I only hope that perhaps Marc Jacobs (or Mr. Duffy) will by chance read my blog and see how sensitive us fat folk are. You can’t give me a jersey knit top, stick a label on the collar, and tell me $395. Because labels haven’t been afforded to me I am not as gullible as those skinny chicks are. Put some love in it like you just baked my favorite chocolate cupcakes – ooo or those delicious brownies I love, yummy.
For what ever motives one may have, I appreciate the fact that people now see the Fatosphere and want to embrace it, make money off of it, whatever. Stop trying to turn my world into the Skintosphere because I don’t fit there! My hips are too wide, and my chest is too big – hell even my head is big.