Life is short, buy the shoes.
I went shopping with my mom today. She is driving me nuts. She is so depressed about random things and kept freaking out over nothing. She kept spending money on things she did not need but complains about how stressed she is because she is so broke. Ahh! Plus, shopping depresses me anyway. It gets to the point where I can't afford anything and everything looks terrible on me. Ugh. Shopping = insecurities galore. I don't need to be reminded of what size I wear or the fact that my boobs will not fit in anything. I know it sounds like a dumb thing to complain about, but when you try on an extra large cami and you are still spilling out over the top, it's just ridiculous and frustrating. On the bright side I got new shoes. They're beautiful and pink and velvet. Shoes will never fail you. No matter how fat you get or how huge your boobs are, your shoe size is the same. Thank you Lord for some consistency in my life.