Two summers ago, it was a pretty good year in fat fashion. I was able to find several lovely shirts that I adored; t-shirts with pleated, flattering necklines made out of a fabric that was a bit thinner and with a bit more drape than your standard t-shirt. They were ideal; with jeans, I looked nice but not too dressy, and with a skirt, I achieved my preferred look, which is casually dressy. I bought several of them -- including multiples in the best style because I know how it works: one year, the shirts are great, and the next year, you can't find shit to wear. Read more >