by Denise Calaman

Created on: April 17, 2008   Last Updated: September 06, 2010

Plus Sized Clothes

Yes I am plus sized. There I said it! I am a 36 year old plus sized mother of two little boys who deformed my body by choosing to inhabit it at the same time five years ago. As a result elastic is now my friend. Some days elastic is my best friend! And now there is SPANX, which I have never tried, but I have heard that it was created, and came directly to earth from the heavens above. Now SPANX needs to expand their line to help "mommy tummies" like mine.

It took me years to be able to say that I was plus sized. And it took me years to accept the fact that I couldn't wear alot of the trendiest styles. I'd look at the latest styles inside the little boutiques in the mall that don't sell larger than a size 4 and then I'd scamper over to Lane Bryant to see if they had a copycat style. At least there I wouldn't have to be embarrassed to buy underwear. Trying to buy underwear at Victoria's Secret has always been a nightmare. I'd automatically head to the back of the store where they had their "larger" sizes tucked away in bureau drawers. I guess Victoria's Secret doesn't want to scare the public so they hide the wide panties and practically drape the front of their store in size 4 thongs.  As a result I believe that most men really believe that women should be that thin.  That's why I encourage my husband never to go to Victoria's Secret.  On Valentine's Day I'd open an expensive Victoria's Secret package only to find underwear that I could only wear in my wildest, (not to mention my husband's wildest), dreams.

And would someone please tell me where can I buy a bathing suit? Thank goodness for the internet. My husband and I recently found ourselves in Miami for a long weekend. I didn't even bother to pack a suit. I wasn't about to go to sit on South Beach amongst all the thongs and breast implants. Now, I have ample cleavage, but it points further south than South Beach.

I suppose that 10 or 11 years ago, I could have given one of those South Beach thong wearing, belly piercing, tramp stamped women, a run for her money. Back then, I had ample cleavage that still pointed northward and I had a pretty flat tummy. But that was years before I heard my OBGYN say, "Oh look! Twins!" I cried with joy. Six months later when, my OBGYN wanted to do a vertical incision for a C section, and he asked if I ever planned to wear a bikini again, I cried again, because, alas my bikini wearing days were gone.

It wasn't until after

• 1
• 2
• Next Page >>