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Bathing suit and lingerie shopping is an agony. So I don't do it. I once asked a sales lady why they didn't carry any bras in my size, and she said, "You have to go to a freak shop for that." I did not have her fired. I simply resolved to stop looking. No more cruel lighting. No more hyperventilating from too many changings into things all wrong. No more jealous bitches doing everything they can to increase my discomfort. No more outrageous prices for crap no one ought to be affording.
Nowadays, some retailers have gotten the clue that carrying items for those women comparatively huge in the boobs is good for business—but not, obviously, J Crew—so I actually look once in a while, but I still don't buy.
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