Sucks

When has shopping ever been so depressing? Oh yeah, it's when you remember you're one of the unfortunate people with unmanageable genes. The dressing room area is the worst, because the sharp realization hits you.

Good God, I'm cursed with turkey legs and hobbit feet. (!!!)

*insert bloodcurling scream here*

There are no "upsides" to this-- unless you're thinking about your bum, which is more of a downside, you know? (Oh, somewhere over the rainbow of this ass of mine, I'll get there...)

This is so BLOODY wrong. And unfair.

Fudge you sizes. Fudge you genes. Fudge you frickin clothes on those frickin skinny mannequins.

Fudge this day.


Gaaaah, leave me alone. Let me wallow in my misery.
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To let you know: I let out teen angst at 10.52 pm.