100 Words / Prompt: Cuffs
WARNING: This piece is written as a tirade, and as such, contains vulgar language. If you have delicate sensibilities please do not read any further.
Stupid fucking designers. Like fat women don’t want sensible clothes. No, they have to be beaded or spangled or have ruffles big enough to hide the china in. Or some stupid print of butterflies or seashells, or flowers the size of magpies. Ever hear of a simple oxford shirt, you twits? Made of actual cotton, without boat-sized cuffs or pleated yolks or stripes in spearmint and fucking cotton candy? And what about those of us who aren’t statuesque with huge boobs? Yeah, I know it’s my fucking fault I’m fat, you think I’m not reminded of that every fucking day?