I went shopping for pants today. It was a nightmare. I hate shopping for clothes because I can never find anything that fits, and if it does fit, I hate it. I persuaded my step-mom to take me to Buckle in the mall since we were near by, and I got 3 pairs of guy's jeans! I really like them. She also took me to the abercrombie & fitch store in that mall, and got 3 guy's shirts. That was a really productive shopping day for me, but my sister ended up with more than me (no shock at all, considering she finds a truckload of clothes everytime we go someplace, and then complains that she doesn't have any clothes to wear.) even though the shopping trip was supposed to be for me.
I shop in thrift stores with my mom all the time, so my step-mom decided to take me there, although I know she doesn't like second-hand stores. What annoyed me about it all was that I went to the guy's jeans, and she was like 'Oh, these are men's jeans, we should look at the women's jeans for you.' She already knew about my 'condition' so I also told her that women's jeans look horrible on me since they all tend to get smaller at the leg. She still dragged me over there to look, but I got away with only having to try on one pair of women's pants, since I found a pair of men's jeans conveniently misplaced within the women's rack, so I took them. But she was telling me the whole time 'be open-minded', and I was thinking, 'Yeah, lady, you don't see me trying to force you into men's jeans, so why are you forcing me into women's?'