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Oh how I hate this time of month. Freezing to death, exhausted, and my curves are suddenly less kicking and more ew. Plus I can't make these stories MOVE.
I tried on half a dozen adorable dresses, a top, a pair of cords and a skirt I would have killed for today, and walked out of the store with a scarf because "nothing fit right."
I should know better.
There, I will remind myself to be fierce.
I tried on half a dozen adorable dresses, a top, a pair of cords and a skirt I would have killed for today, and walked out of the store with a scarf because "nothing fit right."
I should know better.
There, I will remind myself to be fierce.