I'm a "woman of size" too, and I agree, there are very few affordable places to find stylish plus size clothing. And what's with the huge, gaudy floral prints in plus size? I refer to those as "slipcovers", since they make me look like a giant overstuffed sofa.

I agree that large women stuffed into tight, revealing clothing is really visually unpleasant, but I always have to admire their chutzpah. I would never have the nerve to "flaunt what I got" like some of them do, but they obviously have some really high self-esteem going for them.

I can't wait until the fashion pendulum swings back, and the waist line of pants goes back up where it belongs. We went through this "hip-hugger" trend back in the 70's, and even then I didn't wear them because they were uncomfortable and I had a little bit of a tummy. Those who did wear them usually paired them with what we called a "bodysuit", which was a tight knit shirt that had a snap crotch (oops, sorry I said crotch on a family site) to keep it tucked in, so you wouldn't be showing your "plumber's crack" to the world. I have seen way more of my female co-workers than I ever wanted to, thanks to these tight, short tops and tight, low pants. I know what color and style of thong underwear they all prefer (or if they wear it at all), where their butt cleavage starts, what kind of lower back tattoos they have (and/or who they love), whether they have navel piercings, and in some cases, cellulite and stretch marks (mmmm, yummy!).

Sure, be sexy if you can and you want to, but consider where you're trying to do it. A department or grocery store, where there will be a mixed crowd of children, grannies, and everyone in between, is not a good idea. The workplace is also NOT where you should be enlisting potential sex partners by letting as much of your stuff hang out as you can. First of all, what would there be left for them to discover? The inner 1/8" of your nipple? (Oops, sorry, I said nipple - I'm an unrepentant pervert. ) I think it would be kind of nice to save a little something for your special someone that the entire world hasn't been treated to already. Anyway, if someone you meet can't be impressed by your mind, your personality, and your modestly clothed form, then why would you want them? I met my husband in a bar, and I distinctly remember what I was wearing (now don't laugh, because this was 1980): "carpenter pants", which were off-white colored loose-fitting canvas pants with various "tool" loops and pockets on them, a turquoise colored terrycloth knit top with a modest scoop neck and short sleeves, and some dressy flat-heel sandals with nylons. Not a thing hanging out, and somehow he still realized I was worth getting to know (and pretty hot to boot - hee hee).