This year I planned a getaway to St. Louis for Spring Break. Katie, Andi, and Lindsay joined me on this trip. I found myself single three days before we left, so I was prepared to have a wonderful time. I was single and ready to mingle. We left out early Monday morning. The ride down there was interesting to say the least. Katie tried to make me use the bathroom at a barn, (it was a convenience store shaped like a barn) but took me to McDonald's instead. When we got to St. Louis we went to the brewery, which Katie declared smells like beer. We had a good time at the brewery and then ventured to St. Louis Mills to shop. After a little shopping we went to the NASCAR SpeedPark for some Go-Kart racing. I won. I lapped Katie about 20 times. I hit her once and she was not happy about it. After that, we went to check in. That was an experience in itself. They had my name down wrong. Apparently I am with Thomas Green. We got the reservation fixed (or so we thought) and got ready to go to dinner. At dinner we realized St. Louis has the worst service of any place I have ever been to. The next day we decided to take public transportation to the zoo. We survived and enjoyed a day at the zoo. We got to see lots of animals, but no hippos. I was highly upset. There is so much more I could say about this trip, but I have to get ready to go to the Orpheum. Let's just end it by saying I am so thankful for my friends.
No matter how stores try to candy coat it, there is a certain stigma around the plus size section of stores. They can call it curvy or misses or whatever, but we all know what it is. There is an imaginary line in the middle of the store where no one wants to cross. At least that's how I feel about it. I'm sure the girls on the "regular" side could careless, or the workers for that matter, but I always feel self conscious when shopping on the side of the store. Sure, you get used to it and laugh when you're with your skinny friends and say "I'll be over on the big girl side" and saunter on your way to the plus size section. While you began to search through the racks on your side, you secretly long to be on the other side of the store, where there is double, sometimes triple the selection of clothes. You find something, take it back to the dressing room to try it on. It doesn't look right, it's too tight, it's not what you thought ...
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