Gillian
“Oh my god, its pink.” Alice hissed to me, as the sales lady at the mall brought yet another dress.
“Just try it on...” I urged her, although I had to agree... the baby-pastel-pink gown just didn’t seem like the right color or style for my sweet Alice. She took the dress with a sigh and went back into the dressing room.
I learned something today... the selection of dresses for plus-sized women was laughable. And what they did have, was almost insulting. Why didn’t they have fashionable dresses for big women?
“Gillian,” there was a slight whine to Alice’s voice, so I knew it wasn’t good.
“Come on out, let me see.”
She opened the door slowly, her eyes downcast. “A cupcake threw up on me.”
“What?”
She spread out her arms to model the atrocious dress... which did
