A plus-size issue

Whew. I just had a customer here at the store that made me feel totally craptastic. She asked if we carried any plus-sized items, and I apologetically said no. "But why? I'm a size 18--you don't have ANYTHING for me?" I didn't know what to do, so I told her it was something I'd bring to the manager's attention. To which she replied, "Guess I'm stuck with the accessories table again!"

Ok, so I didn't make or buy the clothes, or single-handedly develop our society's distorted image of what's beautiful and fashionable (we can blame that on Anna Wintour). Yet, somehow I felt guilty. I don't know why. I guess I just felt badly for the girl. Her attitude was kinda sucky, but maybe mine would be too if I shared her problem.

As a size six (on a good day), I usually don't have trouble finding clothing that will fit, but based on my body type and "problem areas," there are plenty of things I consider to be off-limits. Backless tops, strapless-everything, cap sleeves, skimpy tanks, bandage dresses--are all a no-go for me. Really, I try to avoid anything sleeveless as much as possible. I'm forever jealous of the super-sveltve celebs that can slip on a Herve Leger bandage dress and look fantastic. I can only imagine the wiggling, jumping and stuffing that would have to go down in order for me to zip up one of those suckers. I'd totally look like Snooki at the Grammys minus the Oompa Loompa tan. And breathing would not be an option. (For the record: I'm not calling Snooki fat by any means. Just um, a little...juicy.)

Tell me: What do you think about what happened at the store today? Did the customer have a right to get a little fiesty with me? And is there an item of clothing that you consider to be off-limits for you?