"Good Days", for me, never last long at all. In fact, I'm fortunate if a "Good Day" even stays around for an entire day before the "Bad Day" takes over. If I weren't a Christian, I would truly believe that the whole friggin' universe is against me, which...I'm not so sure that it is not. I just think that my life in general, sucks. Now, I know that there are people out there who have it alot worse than I do, but those people aren't married with controlling, butt holes for in-laws. Paul and I would never fight if it weren't for those people. It's not just them though, it's the fact that even shopping has become a task for me and I am beginning to dislike it. I can't believe I just said that, but it's true.
Yesterday I went shopping for some Spring/Summer clothes. I bought some really cute tops, took them home, tried them on...and because of my HUGE boobs that God so graciously graced me with, I looked as though I gained 10 pounds just by putting that shirt on. Clothes used to never be a problem for me. I used to look okay in anything, but now...I have to buy certain types of clothes. Maybe, back then, I used to think that I looked okay in what I had on, and am now just more self conscience about it. I think I'm getting old. I was watching "What Not To Wear" the other day, and they told this 23 year old girl to stop shopping in the Juniors department. I'm 21, does that mean I have to stop shopping in the Juniors department?? I'm not sure I like that.
Sometimes I wish I had Bree's body.
2 comments:
Dang woman, one look in that mirror and I'd swear you were talking about me!
lol, it's hard being a woman. Men think it shouldn't be so hard for us to shop, but it is, because it's not as simple as walking in and picking up a shirt. We have to look at the way the shirt is made, and cut, and the type of material it's made out of. Grrrrr...
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