Really Kohls? Really?

Dear Kohls,

Why is it that I have to scour your entire store like wandering aimlessly in a dessert to find clothes in my size? Not only, can I not find these larger items of clothing, but even when I ask an employee, they are unsure of where to find them. Why is it that your "aisle" for big and tall is in the back of the store down a hall that is also used for employees? Why is it that all the shirts are the same and that even then I can barely find a simple 3XL shirt!? It is like you are saying that I don't need a 3XL, I should just try squeezing into a extra large or give up and wear a 4XL which swallows me like the feeling of sadness I get inside shopping there. Why is it that not only customers give me looks for buying such large shirts, but also the employees? Why can I not just walk up to the counter and check out without the cashier saying, "wow your a big fella"? Why is it that every time I shop there, I find myself being crushed by the fact that I am not a perfect small in every article of clothing? Why is it that every time I finish shopping for clothes at Kohls, I have to hide my new state of sadness and depression from my family? Dear Kohls, why do you victimize those too large to fit in your tiny clothes? Dear Kohls, what did I do to deserve being pushed to the back of the store, and how is that any different from forcing people to sit in the back of a bus?

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Me
My community
My country

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