I take the smallest comfort now that when on the rare shopping trip, as everything style-wise it seems is shrunken and skinny, that some clothiers, some labels, have developed clever branding for a more generous cut of shirt or pant, like the Classic fit say, or the Heritage fit.  It is reassuring when trying on clothes and feeling I’m having a “husky day.”  As I alternate between vanity and self-loathing, and am a creature susceptible to flattery however minuscule, I’d much rather wiggle into pants in the Fulsome Landed Gentry style than if they were labeled Cokey Slims, or worse Lardass Plebe, imagining all the while the shop clerk hovering outside the dressing curtain, being huffy as he hears the imperceptible straining of seams, and saying “Sir perhaps you’d like to try our line of Chunkysacks?”