Ever notice, especially some of you 'bigger' ones, how Walmart makes pants for either skinny, ass-less people or overly fat people who, at a size 39 woman's, are wearing their brand of size 16 woman's pants? I bought a pair of 16-17 pants, and they would have fit my fat roommate. I bought a pair of size 15 pants, and they showed my ass for all the world to see. Now, I can understand a v-neck shirt, that's all fine and good to some whores, but a v-ass?!? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE? I know that some whores like to display what they've got (or where I live, lack thereof) and show all the nice 'men' (who probably stair at porn all day anyway) their flat asses and little-to-no or overly fake boobs. I'm sick to death of it.

What happened to pants that DON'T vee to the ass or crotch? What happened to pants that fit people who are size 16 woman's? What happened to pants that ARE size 16 woman's? Walmart's gotten rid of them if you ask me. They've made sure as FUCKING hell that they're all either anorexic or obese. There's no happy medium these days, or at least, none that I can tell. My species, the happy size 16, has become rare. Sure, I'm a pudgy size 16, but at least I don't consider a size 10 fat. Seriously, have you heard those damned commercials?!? "I went from a size 10 to a size 4 in just eight weeks!" Seriously, what the FUCK is wrong with them? I'd be anorexic if I was a size 10, and, as far as I can tell, I'm pretty damn average.

Not that my personality's average... that's one-dimensional in plane. Thank GOD my body's not! I'd hate to be one of those skinny bitches and bastards who act like, if they gain one pound, it's the end of their world. I know so many girls who skip out on lunch because they're afraid the school food'll make them obese, then they go out and overexert themselves running the three miles I walk. I sort of fast-walk three miles that keeps me relatively fit, if not a little bit pudgy around the middle, and they act like "oh I'm so fat" when I say "Look, you're not fat. I'm 5'3", 188 pounds, and show it!" I grab my stomach flesh just to push my point home and they all say the same thing: "You're not fat!" Well, then people, if I'm not, then you sure as hell aren't, either.

Maybe I just need meds (I've gone light-headed three times while writing this) but I'm angry as hell because I've broken through all of the pants that I'd had, the only ones that fit me at all. Pants that fit me are a dying breed, and I don't have patience to search them out. No one really does, so you see girls who walk around all day with their asses (or lower backs for some of the overly fat ones with no self-esteem) hanging out like they're proclaiming to the world "LOOK! I HAVE BUTTOCKS!!"

So why can't we find any pants that fit us at Walmart, Target, Sear's, Macy's, Smith's market place, or whatever? Because no one tries, and when I do, I get too pissed off to complete my mission of finding the elusive breed of well-fitting pants. They're pressing this idea that ass-flesh is beautiful, and not having an ass is something to put on display. Because 'lean is keen' is more powerful than 'meat is neat', people like me who fit into the ancient idea of beautiful (not lean is keen) are the ones suffering for it in the whole pants department. I don't know about you, but I'm about to boycott Walmart's over misuse of idiot children in Chinese sweatshops, and go make my own goddamn clothes for once.