I've felt like that about 90% of clothing for most of my life...I'm 6'2 with a huge rack so NOTHING EVER FITS ME. Cute dress? Oh, it shows my ass if I bend over even a little bit. Maxi skirt? Mid calf length. Cute shirt? Too short. Shorts? Obscene because I'm showing 'too much leg'. Anything that isn't at…

YES. Sewing class in 8th grade. I think me and my bestie made 800,000 scrunchies and 'purses' with scrap fabric. We were going to have a business selling them, yessiree.

I'm tall so rompers just give me mad camel toe.

I still have 2 heart shaped Tshirt buckles from when I was in elementary school. I was super tall (still am, now that I think about it) and my only option was stirrup leggings and big tshirts. I was pretty cool (I was not cool.)

I occasionally babysat my neighbors kids, but I was 17 or 18 at that point. Sometimes I'd help out at my Dad's shop but it was very 'hush hush' and I wasn't paid for it. I didn't get my first real job until I was just over 18 because I couldn't find anybody who would hire under 18. I'm always amazed to hear people…

Well, judging by my last job the manager will probably be promoted and given a raise for 'getting rid of insubordinate employees'.

Because all they care about are their metrics and numbers. I have a medical disorder and have to get IV infusions every few weeks and I had to go out of my way to learn how to self infuse because my job wouldn't let me have ANY time off to get them done. Then, I'd rush over to the clinic during my 30 minute lunch,…

I get that a lot. Or, they just refer to me as 'tits' or 'the big one'. A friends husband STILL refers to me as 'tits' because he can't remember my name...I've known them for more than 5 years.

I second Panache! I'm a 36H and those puppies stay where I put them.

Yeah...it's not like you have to ONLY lift or ONLY run...I do yoga, pilates, run half marathons and powerlift. I'm also not thin.

I'm a US size 14 and am met with looks of complete surprise and shock when people find out I regularly run half marathons and am working up to my first full marathon sometime next year. I've had people sugar coat it by saying 'wow...you're big and you run!' or 'good for you, trying to lose that extra weight!'. I've…

It was odd, because she's a really sweet girl and I knew her from the time we were 10. She wasn't a bridezilla or anything, but I think she wanted *perfection* and the rest of her bridesmaids were between 5'4 and 5'7 and were a size 6 or under. Meanwhile, I'm 6'2 and built like a tank. I was pissed off for a while,…

I keep seeing people who worked at 14, 15 and 16.... I'm only 31 but when I was that age no place would hire ANYONE under 18. I applied for a ton of places, including being a voluntary vet assistant to our family vet and he told me anyone under 18 was a liability. Did I just live in a weird area?

Ha, The following scenario has happened to me...probably 20 times.

Me too! I was actually photoshopped out of my friends wedding photos (I was a bridesmaid) because I 'ruined the continuity' of the photos. I rarely got invited out because they knew we wouldn't get into 'clubs' if I was there.

I'm very, very, very rarely hit on or approached in any way but my girlfriends keep me around as a bodyguard :) I guess being a 6'2 woman covered in tattoos and built like a linebacker has it's merits. I've never really experienced a lot of the things the women in the comments are talking about (except for the dudes…

My Mother fully expects me to show up to visit one day and say 'oh, btw, me and Mr. May got hitched in Vegas last year.' She loves Vegas and says if she isn't invited she'll hate me forever.

One of my very good friends growing up asked me to officiate his wedding. I told him I would only do it if I could wear Star Trek Command Gold. I have been officially demoted to Best Man, but will get to wear a sweet tux so it's alright.

Seriously. I've thought about it, and my sister is the only person I'd want to have in my bridal party. I have a few close-ish friends but not enough to fill out a full 11 person wedding party, sheesh.

Yep. I call my upper body exercise routine 'getting Michelle Obama arms'.