Honestly,
@Queen of Moderation makes a solid point. If you were an employer and were looking to hire an employee whom you expect to stand on their feet all day, lift heavy loads and represent your company, would you hire Amber? It's not a fat thing, it's a "
this girl is not going to be able to physically keep up with the high demands of the business" thing.
She's also done shot herself in the hoof by making herself less employable with her moniker alone. It's a fact that employers decide very quickly whether someone may be suitable to take on or not. First impressions count. A Shane will usually get hired before a Shanequa, and an Amber will usually be hired before an Amberlynn in professional employment decisions. Retail might be considered menial depending on the store (a job's a job imo), but 'Amberlynn' is more suited to a Mom n Pop store/Family Dollar, etc.
Imagine being considered so visually appalling that even you yourself admit that the fat girl shop wouldn't hire you. She's damaging even to Torrid's brand if she works the storefront, and they might carry a few too many X's and use the FA/HAES movement to promote and build their brand but they're more than aware of what hiring someone like AL (on paper or in personal interview if she even got that far) would do to their reputation.
Generic fat customer: "Oh, finally a store that caters to my size! That's cute!" she exclaims, admiring a white crocheted poncho. She'd never been to Torrid, but by some miracle they carry her size and offer a huge variety (snicker) -
and even a couple of sizes larger!
Over waddles the shop assistant, heaving breaths as she lumbers towards the initially eager customer, a messy bun atop her head and a nose-ring not too dissimilar to that you'd find in the snout of a farm animal.
She's wearing that very doily-no-poncho the wrong way, it's not at all as flattering, nor does it cover as much as the prospective customer had envisioned in her daydream, trying to picture herself wearing - daring to treat herself to some new clothes.
"Oh..."
Suddenly, her confidence diminished, she leaves without making a purchase - disappointed and desperately trying to erase the encounter with the hillbilly hippo from her traumatised mind.
AL should have tried Dollar Tree or one of the Goodwill stores, it's more realistic. Just imagine if she'd applied for a higher end store, or even a designer label storefront, her resume would probably be canned immediately. This gorl even manages to ruin her own name! She has a certain degenerative quality that degrades both herself and those in her orbit, she's like a very large, toxic human tick.
It's probably like a very advance version of hide and seek.
Or where's Wal-Dough! (Where's Wall-E works for eurofags too!)
