The Office Curve

Braver, Stronger, Smarter

How is it this woman lives in a different town yet seems to know where everything is? 

I've lived in this city for as long as I can remember - so how is it that I had no idea about Curve Attack?

Even worse, it's just a ten minute train ride away from my job!  To think of all those weekends I could have spent, buying out the store one weekend after another.  This place was a far cry from the usual fare found at strip malls, shopping centers, and website - in other words, my usually hang outs.  This place was one part classy and one part pricey.  Okay, maybe two parts pricey.  But that's not the point - Curve Attack was the kind of place a curvy girl like me always dreamed of, filled with trendy, delicious pieces that one would gladly drop rent money without a second thought.

In this store designed in crystal, black marble with shiny displays with full-figured shop girls dressed in black to welcome their consumer sisters into paradise, my tears of sorrow turned to tears of joy.

"I'm never going to be financial comfortable again," I whispered, quite melodramatic about it.  "I might even pay my rent late."

"I guess I'd better convince my son to get a better paying job, then," Cecile joked.  Even in my designer-induced, I hoped she was joking.  "Nothing should ever stand in the way of a woman and her clothing, especially a good pair of shoes!"

The minute the two of us stepped into that store, it was on.  A knowledgeable shop girl took us under our wing, showing us the all the latest fashions that would make any girl's mouth water, let alone a curvy girl.  My eyes would stay permanently bug-eyed if I kept this up, but I couldn't help my stuff.  This place is filled with the kind of style and sass that, to me, could only be pulled off my a size-two model.  I couldn't believe some of the stuff they had in here - and it was all in my size.  And while it was pricey, most of it wasn't as pricey as my infamous mushroom dress.

Cecile and the shop girl made me into their own personal plus-size Barbie Doll, dressing me in one outfit after another.  But I didn't mind one bit because every time they dressed me up, something amazing happened.

No longer did I look like a curvy girl trying to look cute.  I did look cute, no, I looked amazing, curves and all.

I never really liked shopping.  For as long as I could remember, it was always a traumatic experience for me.  While my sister always got to dress in clothing befitting of cute little girls, I always seemed to wear the frumpy clothing made for girls of larger size.  I don't even remember wearing those cute girl fashions for very long.  It only got worse as an adult.  Oh sure, there are stores out there that cater to curvy girls like but that didn't mean they offered everything I wanted.  They may say they offer the latests trends, but for me, at the end the day, they all just looked like dressed up Muu-Muus to me. 

Not this store, though.  Muu-Muus were definitely banned from this store.  I wouldn't be surprised if the penalty of one trying to sneak in here was a good old-fashioned ass kicking.

The clothes were incredible!  I'd never felt fabrics so lovely or so sumptuous.  Where had this store been all my life?  Every time I put on an outfit, it felt like my bank acount grew smaller and smaller.  Sexy black pumps that cost at $150 dollars?  Eh, I eat ramen for a week.  A pretty pink silk blouse, a gray skirt with a dark pink lace slip and velvet shoes for $200?  Who needs lattes when you can drink water?  A crisp, tailored white block with white crepe trousers, a black bejeweled belt, and a white fedora that made me look like I needed a gold cup and girls sitting on a curb for $300?  Time to break out the credit card.  An aquamarine tulle and silk maxi dress that accentuated all my curbs for $250?  Surely, the landlord won't mind me paying rent a week later after three years of faithful payments!