It's 1:35am and it's just me, my anxiety and the keyboard! Insomnia can kiss my ass.
I shopped today for clothes (a little black dress, to be precise)for BlogHer.
The first store I went into with high hopes, good intentions, and a smile. I was cocky- grabbing strappy dresses with little structure in single digit sizes. I had all 4 kids in tow and thought I could do it.
I learned otherwise.
I left crying and feeling bitch-slapped by time and gravity.
But there was still a job to be done.
So I put on my big girl pants (my Spanx), found a babysitter, and braved the fitting room alone- with me and my big girl sizes- gulp.
I decided that the first dress that zipped up pass my boobs and gave me the balls to walk out of the fitting room to look in the 3-way mirror was the victor.
It was the 12th dress I tried on!
I pulled a muscle trying to get the zipper up. However, my backfat only got pinched a little, so there's that.
I will need some assistance getting dressed that night- preferrably someone that can manhandle backfat and is a warrior with zippers, any takers?
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