This Disordered World

So, now that I am trudging through recovery in a fairly confident way, I have noticed a lot about this world and the inherent disordered-ness. Two cases have recently caught my eye

1. I went to go buy a belt yesterday. I was unable buy a women's belt. I had to buy a men's belt. Too bad I'm too f*t to be feminine. Except I am anything but.
2. I need a new hunt coat, especially if it is going to double as a suit jacket. Sorry, the size I bought when I was 14 is the largest size Dover sells.