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I just had a total meltdown in Victoria's Secret trying to get underpinnings for the Trashy Diva dress I want to wear tonight. NO ONE MAKES PROPER UNDERGARMENTS ANYMORE. And they had me trying on all these convoluted bras that were so unnecessary if folks just made low-back bustiers and slips these days. I couldn't figure out how any of the technology worked, wound up in gender-related tears and just totally couldn't cope. Finally bought something adequate, but still think there will be problems of excessive revelation if anyone takes any flash photography of me. But it was really horrible -- Macy's, Victoria's Secret and being told to go to bridal stores that won't, you know, see me if I'm not there to buy a wedding gown. Also, the woman in the store thought I was getting ready for my prom.

I'm still reeling.

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Oh, I'm sorry. Reading this gave me a little knot in my stomach - I've never had those specific frustrations with Victoria's Secret, but I've never had a positive experience there, either. I feel like the staff are scorning me in a way I haven't quite experienced anywhere else. The only time I've ever asked for help there was when I was fifteen; I was going to be in my dad's wedding, and needed a strapless bra to wear with my bridesmaids dress. I was a 32A at the time - hardly full-figured, but a common size and one they stock.

When I asked, though, the saleswoman just looked me up and down and said, between snickers, "Yeah, I don't think we can help you with that here."

It's a deeply uncomfortable place. I try to avoid it.

ETA: And the prom thing? Weird. I'm often perceived as younger than I am by the general public (I think I look more or less my age, but I'm about 4'9" and not exceptionally curvy, which apparently lends itself to people using the Small Child Voice on me), so I definitely get the strangeness of situations like that.