That annoys me so much! It's so patronising. In the press you never hear a man being described as blonde, stacked, father of two or whatever, either - but that's another subject!
You have to be thick-skinned to be big here, mind.
There are very few places that sell plus-size clothing apart from the Granny shops that sell shapless flowered housedresses. When I was bigger, I was obliged to shop at a place called....wait for it.......XXXLARGE! If you could summon the courage to enter, under an entrance which had hung above it a pair of trousers that would wrap twice around the Acropolis, you walked into a massive 3 floored emporium and were greeted by an assistant who would follow you around and hold your choices over her arm while you browsed.It was most disconcerting to choose something and see her shake her head at your foolishness in thinking it would be suitable!
If you were not thoroughly discouraged by this, you would be escorted to a changing room without a mirror, so that you were obliged to step out to look at yourself in front of other shoppers while your assistant busied herself by pinching bits of material here and there to show how it could fit, if you weren't such an odd shape. (In fairness, they did have a free alteration service which would remodel a garment for you.)
After the whole palaver of paying, which involved two seperate desks and horror at the sight of a credit card, you were allowed to leave with your purchases in a bright yellow bag with XXXLARGE written across it in bold red letters! Oh the shame!!!:sad::sad::sad: