I sew things for a living, and when you make a lot of cosplays, you meet people. I made a cosplay for a dude of average size, and when his wife came forth and wanted one, well, I can't exactly say no, expecially since I know him. Turns out she's a whale (at least 2 of me, so at least 300 lbs). Well, I manage to engineer it, she looks like an over inflated birthday balloon, and I move on. Whatever, she paid me 2x what I'd ask for a normal human. Money is money.
Fast forward a month, shemayo has managed to win some obiously cheeto-barge filled cosplay contest somewhere in the south, and now SOMEONE WANTS TO WRITE AN ARTICLE ABOUT HER ON FAT COSPLAYERS AND BODY POSITIVITY. I wont say who just to keep things private, but she's crediting my name and company in the article. The irony is astounding.
Pray for me fph. I done fucked up and the gods are sending me into the maelstrom. Every fat lard sack who sees this is going to be trying to come to me for costumes if this thing comes out. (Since xxxxxxxxl costumes don't exist at party city)