If the wrong size fits, you must be me

I have discovered that size 16 is the absolute-hands-down-most-definately-theabsolute-worst size to be. People hate you at size 16. No, not everyone. But sales people. And shoppers. And on some days those people and their hatred of you counts. Don't believe me? Go to any store out there for a "normal" sized person -- Gap, Banana, Ltd, Apple-Crumble &F-- go in, and just TRY to find a 16. They say they have some, but they don't. And if they do have a 16, its the largest size they carry, and in real women size, it fits more like a 12 than a 16. Sometimes they blatantly tell you "we don't carry the16's in this store, try Mall X." Like, that's where all the fat shoppers are, so go away. Then, disgusted, head over to the large lady store. You know what I mean. Go there, and try to find a 16. In the large stores, a 14/16 is the smallest size they carry. It's just terrible. I can't go in there without getting the dirtiest most awful looks from the size 24 and 30 women around me. I'm way too "skinny" to shop there, and their looks tell me so. I don't belong. In the large lady store I have to hunt and peck around for my size, just like in the normal size lady store -- and there is NOTHING to be found. I just don't fit into anything out there. I used to love clothes -- loved to shop, loved to try on, loved to buy-- now, I hate clothes, I hate shopping, and I dread the day that my current clothes disintegrate off me, because then I'll have to go shopping again.