Dear Fat, I hate you.

[thehobbit]

I know, I'm only six months post partum, calm my ass down. Right, groovy. Except Mike bought me an adorable new jacket because he knows I've been looking around (literally looking. Today I was out and about and everyone had on their fur lined, hooded, extra puffy down jackets while I wore a three quarter length sleeve and a hoodie and I was fine

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[damnitnicole]

Old Navy?

[thehobbit]

I think I'm just mostly upset that the reason I needed a new jacket is that my arms don't fit in my old one.

So I got a new one that my arms don't fit into. I think it was a Mossimo jacket so I'm going to see if they have something in the adult section that might fit. I think it's a Juniors jacket but women's sections are so freaking weird I'd understand how a dude wouldn't know that the clothes that look exactly like those clothes are sized differently. Or that this one brand is for "girls" but not this other one TWO RACKS OVER.

[damnitnicole]

Women's vs. Girls' sizing is ridiculous indeed.

For serious, though, try Old Navy. My arms are one of the places on my body that fat goes first and leaves last, so I have a problem where stuff that fits the rest of me will give me sausage arms. Old Navy is pretty generous with how wide they cut things.

[thehobbit]

I'm going to look around Target when I take it back but if I find nothing suitable I'll get my happy ass to Old Navy. I think all the Targets near me are also conveniently located near an Old Navy.

And yes. My arms are always big no matter how small I am. It's totally genetic. All of the women on my Mom's side have them. Except my Aunt, but she's gotten herself so unbelievably small I can't how much she'd have to gain to start having "big arms".