I fell in love with Yoga years ago but the constant challenge is finding clothes that fit that aren't obscenely tight for my size and don't roll up or down in the wrong places.
I routinely visit lululemon and love the clothes but they only go up to size 12. Today I was on the hunt for a gift for someone who wears a zero (or 2 or 4 depending on what it is) and as usually, no one in the store even acknowledged I was there I walked in. No greeting. Everyone else got one. I flipped through racks looking at different versions of yoga tops and spent about 15 minutes while everyone around me was asked if they had questions or needed help.
I have magical powers of invisibility!
I became visible when I checked in and wrote my note and took a photo at which time the person behind the cash register walked up and said "Oh, are you taking pictures of our merchanidisin?" My response was I take photos of as many places as I visit as possible to post on Yelp., She responded "well, I hope we get a good review" I was quite frank and said no, it was not a good review and that this was the third time I have been in this store and was completely ignored because apparently the only people who need yoga stuff are smaller than the average woman. (Ironically when you go to yoga... there are all shapes and sizes there and I may not be the smallest, I'm not the biggest, the best or the worst at it because as every instructor says "It's call Yoga Practice for a reason")
To get away from my personal story and back to the conversation with the employee when I told her this was the third time I have been in the store and not been helped she said "we take this very seriously". When I asked "how serious can you take it if this is my third time in your store and the third time I've been ignored?"
I was about done at that point and said "Thanks anyway" and hit the door.
Sadly, it's not a uncommon for a plus-size person to not receive service when shopping in non-plus size stores. It happened to me today at the Black/White store too. (I stopped in to look at jewelery!) It used to be humiliating but now I just figure their bad luck. My money is still in my wallet and not theirs.