Pants For Large Assed Midgets, Please

Last month, I went shopping for some trousers. I ended up buying five pairs, so I don't have to do that anytime soon again.

I mainly hate shopping clothes for myself. Most of the other things are fine, as long as I can get it done in less than three hours. Beyond that, it's just plain torture.

I guess I'm not just shaped correctly. Allow me to describe.

First of all, I'm really sort, about 5'2. I have mediocre sized breasts, neither big nor small. The gut area is semi normal as well, not toned but not hanging on my waistband either. Then, I have an *** approximately size of Australia. It's not even an ***, it's the ***.

It's impossible find any clothes, mainly trousers that fit on this body. I'm also pretty clumsy with my hands, so needlework is out of question. Ah, this makes me sad.

I know it's ridiculous reason to be depressed, and most of the time I'm fine with myself, even with the ***. Still, I don't like to be reminded about it... and that's really only thing that can happen in a clothing store.
Fearofsilence Fearofsilence
18-21, F
Jul 21, 2010