Let me get this straight, I don’t identify as plus size. I can walk in to a shop and find a “size 12.” Simple. Or so you would think. When a coat hanger proudly announces itself to holding a garment of clothing that is size 12, that is awesome, but what the clothes actually do when they drape someone like myself body is another issue all in itself. Let me break it down for my hunniez; this not a “woe is me” kinda post, it’s just about how I view myself in a modern, fashion world and I certainly do not fit within the remits of it’s typical sizing’s. Making it pretty darned hard for someone like me to find the perfect fit.
I'm Bee. 27 year old who is finally starting to understand herself. A Scorpio that's too nice to use that sting in her tail, regularly found searching for holidays or online shopping. Happiest when being fed, travelling & spending time with Mr C.