Now back to my point of this
You can get up in the morning and look in the mirror and think to yourself that you don't look that bad today and that your outfit is kind of cool and your arse and tummy is held in place reasonably well for an outing. If you want to reverse all of the above then you need to look no further than this shop, it's purposely designed for what I call the 'beautiful people'. If you don't fit into xs and s sizes then prepare to rake through the piles of clothing to find some heffer sizes, hidden from view, god forbid anybody large enough to fit those sizes would peruse the shelves. So whilst pushing a buggy round a decidely unfriendly shop layout, I started to get annoyed and even more so when it took me a good while to find the tills after every room (meaning small section of the shop) seemed to be a dead end. In every room there were at least two 'models' sporting the brand of clothing and doing their upmost to make all the mere mortals feel like utter poo. I swear I go in feeling one way and come out feeling another, usually with their bag in one hand having purchased something to reward myself for the painful experience but doubting I am thin enough to wear what I have bought.
I am not normally someone that gets that fussed about weight and looking perfect. Admittedly I won't leave the house without my makeup on or hair not straightened (it just looks rubbish not straightened) and I won't knowingly go out wearing something unflattering to my derriere/gut but marketing has a lot to answer for. It's right up there with the size 0 debate and flaunting imaciated models on the catwalk, it's on the high street and everywhere you look. No wonder young girls feel so much pressure, I on the other hand just feel old and quite frankly over the hill! Is this motherhood?