The first time I realized I was fat was when I was
thirteen and in eighth grade. I had gone to the same school with the same
schoolmates since Kindergarten (It was a catholic school with grades Kindergarten
to Eighth grade). I had always been an outcast and bullied mainly because my
schoolmates thought I was weird and strange, basically a freak. When middle
school started, that’s when the bullying toward me increased. These kids
decided because I was the tallest in my grade and I was broad and hefty that I
was fat and started to made fun of me because of that. My new nickname was “chunky
chicken” thanks to one boy who gave me that label. It caught on, and during my
last year at this school I was known as the chunk.
Around this time all the kids my age wanted these pants
called Z. Cavaricci. They were extremely popular in the late 80s and very
expensive, especially for a young girl like me who made $1.50 an hour
babysitting. Z. Cavaricci’s are designed like a parachute, best known as
parachute pants. Their biggest claim to fame was when MC Hammer wore them in
the “You Can’t Touch This” Video. Everyone my age wanted these pants, and most
in my class were given to them by their parents. Unfortunately for me, my
parents couldn’t afford these pants because they were expensive, around $80.
But in order to be cool, you just had to wear these pants. Knowing you were
considered cool and accepted all because you wore Z. Cavaricci’s had me
obsessed. I had to get these pants, because if I wore them, I wouldn’t be
bullied and I would finally be accepted. But I had two problems. One was not
having enough money to buy a pair, the other was my weight issue. By the time I
graduated eighth grade, I wore a size 14 in pants. My mother knew I was being
made fun of because of my weight and she made a deal with me. If I could drop
two sizes, she would pay for half the pants. I accepted that deal and lost the
weight needed. I took on more babysitting jobs so I would have half the money
needed for pants that would finally make me cool in the eyes of my peers.
By the time I lost the weight and got those pants,
it was too late. I remember wearing them to some event, showing them off, these
white, bulky parachute pants that I really didn’t find all that special, but if
it was my way to be a cool kid, I would wear them. Guess what happened? Nothing.
I was actually made fun for wearing them because Z Cavaricci’s were old news
and because of the style, regardless that I lost 2 sizes to fit into these
pants, I still looked fat, or so my classmates thought. I knew then and there I
would never be accepted or considered cool even though I was wearing a
respected name brand all the cool kids wore.
Years later those pants haunted me. I ended up
gaining all the weight I lost and more. My Z. Cavaricci’s went into storage,
never to be worn again. I made a promise to myself that I would never wear
certain clothes just to be accepted. Years later I would break that promise I
made to myself.
I’ve never bought clothes based on brand name or how
stylish the public may think them to be. The one reason is as an overweight
woman it’s hard to find stylish clothes to wear. By the time I was a junior in
college, I had ballooned up to 240lbs and was wearing a size 24. I wore baggy
jeans and sweaters, mainly men’s sizes. I started shopping in the men’s
department rather than in women’s because none of the women’s clothes fit me,
or I felt uncomfortable trying them on. But then during my senior year that all
changed. Based on a picture of me, dressed in big baggy sweatpants and a
sweatshirt and a hat, and someone making a comment based on that picture where they
thought I was a big, fat dude, I decided I had to make a change for myself. My
issues with weight had controlled me most of my life and I was sick of it.
Through exercise and cutting back on my bad eating
habits, I lost thirty pounds in six months during my senior year of college. I
ended up losing another fifty pounds after college over three years. I did this
by going to the gym almost every day. I ended up working out up to 3 hours a
day, and I also joined a weight loss program for a year. I then had two goals
for myself in order to get down to my ideal weight. I wanted to wear a two piece
bathing suit for the first time. The second was to fit into a pair of
Abercrombie & Fitch shorts. For me, Abercrombie & Fitch was the impossible
dream. It was widely known and accepted that people who were considered thin
and attractive, who looked like fashion models, shopped there. Since I received
compliments in the past on my pretty face, I thought, if I could lose enough
weight in order to fit into Abercrombie & Fitch, I would finally become
what I always wanted- thin, accepted and cool.
These two goals of mine were unhealthy ones. I had
become obsessed with losing even more weight. I had reached my goal weight-
150lbs, a healthy weight that’s suggested for my height and bone structure. But
that wasn’t good enough for me. I had to lose more. By the time I felt I was
good enough to shop at Abercrombie & Fitch I was almost at 135lbs. My new
goal was to hit 120lbs, 30lbs under my healthy, ideal weight.
The day I entered Abercrombie & Fitch was scary
for me. I didn’t feel like I belonged there because I still believed I wasn’t good
enough to shop there. I had tricked myself into thinking I was still this
unsexy, obese whale even though I was underweight. By the time I walked into Abercrombie
& Fitch I was exercised almost every day for 3 hours a day, taking water
and green tea pills and had cut down my daily calorie intake to 1,000 calories.
I was contemplating taking laxatives to lose more weight. I no longer wanted to
be 120lbs. I was going to try for 100lbs.
Abercrombie & Fitch is just like any store in
the mall. The people who work there were friendly and asked me if I needed any
help. They didn’t roll their eyes or act insulted that I would dare shop in
their domain. I ended up grabbing a pair of khaki type shorts. I went into the
dressing room, held my breath and pulled on those shorts that took me decades
to fit into. I was able to fit in those shorts, although they were tight. The
problems I still had was that no matter how much weight I lost, I still had a
pooch for a stomach unless I has plastic surgery to get rid of the access fat.
When you lose a great deal of weight- almost 100lbs, you have that left over
skin and no amount of diet and exercise can get rid of it. I stood there in
those shorts, this well respected brand that would make me feel thin,
attractive and cool just because of the name-Abercrombie & Fitch. I had a
fantasy of buying those shorts and walking through the mall with them, showing
off the Abercrombie & Fitch bag to everyone who would look at me in
amazement because I could fit into Abercrombie & Fitch clothes.
And then I had a flashback to when I was 13 and
those Z. Cavaricci pants I lost weight for so I could wear them in order to be
considered thin, cool and accepted. I took a closer look in the mirror and say
how gaunt my face had become and how my collar bone stuck out. My fingers
looked more skeletal than ever before. Years before I had stopped looking at
myself in the mirror because I was ashamed of how fat and ugly I had become.
Now I had to look away at myself because I was disgusted by how sickly I
looked. I took off those shorts and left Abercrombie & Fitch. Since then I
haven’t been back there. A few weeks later I ended up blacking while at the gym
because I wasn’t eating and exercising more than ever before. That was my wake
up call. I had to stop this path of destruction I was doing to my body.

“As far as Jeffries is concerned, America’s
unattractive, overweight or otherwise undesirable teens can shop elsewhere. “In
every school there are the cool and popular kids, and then there are the
not-so-cool kids,” he says. “Candidly, we go after the cool kids. We go after
the attractive all-American kid with a great attitude and a lot of friends. A
lot of people don’t belong [in our clothes], and they can’t belong. Are we
exclusionary? Absolutely. Those companies that are in trouble are trying to
target everybody: young, old, fat, skinny. But then you become totally vanilla.
You don’t alienate anybody, but you don’t excite anybody, either.”
Jeffries has accomplished what he set out do. Abercrombie
& Fitch is valued at $5 billion. The Abercrombie & Fitch brand name is
considered hip and cool, meaning if you’re attractive and thin, you’re cool and
are welcome to wear Abercrombie & Fitch. For some reason being hip and cool
means wearing a specific size, mainly aimed for woman. Abercrombie & Fitch
doesn’t have larger sizes or plus sizes for women, although the average size
for a woman is a size 14. Abercrombie & Fitch doesn’t stock clothes for a size
14 woman because to Mr. Jefferies, that size or bigger isn’t considered thin,
attractive or cool. What’s the ideal size for an all-American kid? Mr.
Jefferies believes he knows based on some distortion of what being thin really
is. Is thin a size 2 or 4? Is it a specific weight number like 100lbs? If you’re
not Mr. Jefferies’ idea of thin, than you’re unattractive, overweight and undesirable.
I can’t help but feel sorry for the man, even with his fortune and most likely
all those attractive and thin people he surrounds himself with.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and is skin
deep. Beauty and attractiveness is subjective. I accept myself as I am now. Many
years later I’m no longer that 13 year old girl who fit into those Z. Cavaricci
pants or that woman who wanted to own a pair of Abercrombie & Fitch shorts
to prove some point to show that she’s thin, attractive and cool. I’ve come to
accept my body for what it is. I’m now at a healthy weight and a size I can
live with. I’ll never be a single digit size woman and I’m fine with that. Just
as I’m fine shopping at other stores I feel welcome at regardless of what size
I may be. I don’t need to wear a specific brand of clothes just because the CEO
of some store tries to convince people that wearing his T-shirts, shorts or
bathing suits means you’re accepted and cool.
“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.” –Marilyn Monroe