In "A Very Hot Topic," one of the tales I spin in Jukebox Stories, I talk about how clothing stores don't ever seem to have clothes that fit me properly because of my small build and how I have to resort to strange alternatives as a shopper:
So out of fashion necessity, most of my adult life, I've spent lots of time in vintage clothing stores, where everything smells like feet; I've perused the available wardrobe at the Build-A-Bear Workshop, and that’s pretty absurd; and I've also shopped in the boys' section at Target, which makes me seem not only like a pervert...but like a cheap pervert.
In this accompanying photo, you see how true my stories are, despite the fact that they sound ridiculous and fabricated. Unable to find suits that were small enough for me at Macy's, I found a jacket that was just perfect for me in, yes, the boys' section at Target. I would've tried on a pair of pants, but security was already eyeing me suspiciously.