I shop at a very expensive yoga clothing store. As a ballet teacher, I wear that type of clothing 6 days a week for work and get a special discount there because of my position.
A few weeks ago I had a gift card to said store and went to buy a new yoga top and pants. I don’t try things on there. I just grab them in a size 6 and they fit***
I got home and put the yoga top on and it looked awful. The built-in bra didn’t cover my boobs – it fit in the band around my ribs, but the length of the material was just to short to comfortably cover everything and not squish them awkwardly. I was disappointed as the top looked pretty on the hanger, but I knew a size 8 would be too big around the ribs so I went to return it and get my money back.
“What was wrong with it?” the stick insect behind the counter asked as she rang through my exchange.
“It just looked lovely on the hanger but horrible on,” I responded without going into detail about how a 6 fits in the ribs, but doesn’t have enough material to contain my boobs.
She looked disparagingly at me, “yeah you do have to have that certain body type for this top.”
I think my jaw hit the floor.
She kept looking at me.
“Well obviously I just don’t have that body type,” I responded incredulously.
She smiled in mock sympathy, “I know what you mean.”
I took my money and left in disgust.
*** I used to be a size 2 or 4 in this store. Barfing at my own fatness.