When I was a kid, I would make the trek to downtown Cincinnati with my mother and grandmother to buy my school clothes. When I was still pretty young, I was built so that my mother had trouble buying slacks for me. I'll never forget it. We were at Shillito's downtown store - in the basement. The sales lady looked at me, took a few measurements and said to my mother, "Try on the pants marked "husky." Ouch! I hated that. How demeaning! Husky! I knew what that meant: "Pudgy!" One step from "Fat!" Say it isn't so. :(
I don't know if they still have that designation but I hope not.
*o*
RANDOM MUSINGS FROM THE TOP OF THE HILL
11/06/2015
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