I was wedding shoe hunting today and walked into a dance store - you know, the type of store where tutus and leg warmers are sold. I walked in and I was looking at the cute leotards, adult sized one.
This skinny chic walks up to me and says, "Can I help you with something?"
I said, "Yeah, I'm looking for dancing shoes."
She responded with, "Yeah, you don't look like a ballerina."
To which I responded, "Actually I'm a fat ballerina... now that I've disclosed that I'm fat, can you please show me your shoes?" She looked embarrassed.
She shows me the shoes and I ask for a particular style and my size. Her boss follows her to the back. She comes out without a box of shoes and her boss announces they don't have that shoe in my size.
"Have you thought about this shoe instead?" the boss asked.
"Yes, briefly, before I asked for the other shoe," I said.
"Well you can't wear that shoe outside even if we had it in your size."
So at this point I got mad... "You know, if I bought that shoe I'm pretty sure I could wear it outside, because it would be my shoe..."
"I'm sorry..." she said.
"I'm fat." I said.
I left. I found my lovely shoes at Macys.
I'm still fat.
