Old Navy can kiss my fat ass

Yeah, so that bad mood? Not really going away.

I wore my old 38/30 Old Navy men's khakis to work today, but regretted it by 10:00. Without a belt, they fall down around my hips (which still hold them up quite well...sigh) and annoy me. With a belt, they bunch at the waist and annoy me. Which means that I cannot wear them anymore, and reduces my work wardrobe to 3 pairs of pants. Since there are five days in the work week and I hate skirts, I decided to go buy some new pants at lunch.

I went to Ross first, and managed to find one pair of work pants (14s!) that fit well enough that I would actually, you know, wear them to work. They're gray, though, and I was really in the market for khaki. Since I did not want to be in Ross for another single fucking minute, I paid for my gray pants and hoped for better luck at Old Navy.

Maybe it's just that one location, but they're worse than Ross when it comes to putting things in the correct order and/or the correct hangers. (And that's saying a lot.) It took me five full minutes to find one pair of size 16 regular khakis, I had to look at every tag on the rack to do it, and the pants were packed in so tightly that they were practically screaming. On my way through, I grabbed a 14 long, too, just to see what the fit was going to be like.

In the dressing room, the frustration grew. I tried on the 16s first, which fit fine through the hips and thighs, but were totally unflattering and gapped enough at the waist to carry a small child in the back of my pants. I tried on the 14s then, which fit fine at the waist but practically cut off circulation in the thighs. I stormed out of the store, mumbling about how Old Navy must design their clothes for theoretical fucking flat-assed stick people. Or something like that.

I mean, really. I know I have a big lower body. I know this. Even when I was a little thing, most of me was below the waist. It's in the genes--my grandmother, my cousins, my aunt, all pears. It's the reason that I don't think that my size will ever be below a 10, even if I get to where I can put someone's eye out with my hip bones (not planning to get there, btw). I'm totally fine with that. What I'm NOT totally fine with is the complete lack of cheap clothing designed with my ass and thighs in mind. I'm not made of money, here. Just once, I'd like to buy pants at Target or Old Navy that had room for my thighs without leaving nine yards of extra crotch and waistband. Just once.

That's all I'm sayin.