I could have been imagining it, but I always felt that I triped a silent alarm as my body weight crossed the threshold of the store. It seemed as though all the staff in the store would look up at me and in my mind they were wondering what the hell I was doing there as I was certainly not able to wear their clothes. (She must be there looking for earrings or socks) Of course in reality (not a place I frequent all that often) they looked up EVERY time someone walked in the store in order to greet them. Just as the staff at Lane Bryant always looked up and greeted me when I walked in. In my mind the thin store was just such a scary place to be. A place that I didn't belong because I was fat.
Since I've made it down to a size 16 I can start shopping in the regular stores, but it will take a while to feel like I belong. I can't wait to go to the Gap the next time I am at the Outlet stores.