Has anyone reading this blog stepped into Forever 21 in the past five years?
Back in college, that place was my jam. In Farmville, Virginia you buy you clothes where you buy your meat, so if I was ever in need of a new outfit, I’d have to drive over an hour to nearest Forever 21; a two-story mecca I might add.
Walking into that store as a young twenty something with my popped collar(s) and oversized pearls, I felt at home. I could find things to wear to classes and to parties (red flag number one) and it was “affordable.” The fact that a shirt nearly disintegrated after one wash and wear is neither here nor there…
Fast forward almost a decade later. I’m nearing 30 and I walked in there last week as a friend looked for clothes for her almost three-year-old daughter. When did that happen?!
As Brittany perused the girls section, I walked around awkwardly, not knowing if a top was a bra or a shirt. Hand to God, if I wore half of the tops in that store, I’d be a real nip slip risk; and not in a Superbowl Janet Jackson kind of way (more like a People of Walmart kind of way)
I’m also quite confident that in the land of Forever 21, homegirl here is plus size. There is no way this girl is fitting in anything smaller than a double XL without being mistaken for a street worker.
I try not to live in the past, and I think I’ve done a fairly good job at accepting this mom bod for what it is (minus the boobs – #NeverForget) but damn it if stepping into Forever 21 made me feel Forever Ancient.