I might also need THIS shirt, but it’ll be my little secret that “it” = “anxiety and half an eating disorder.”
This was Facebook’s suggested post for me today, so if you’ll excuse me, I’m-a go find me a window to jump out of. Not because I’m dying alone, I’m fine with that, but because this bullshit exists.
Ooh. Why, this would be just LOVELY for my next family gathering, no?
Tonight I went to a Beyoncé-themed “Frisky Friday” striptease dance class at Philly Dance Fitness, and the 7 months’ pregnant instructor wore kitten heels and twerked circles around my tragic ass.
It was awesomely mortifying and I highly recommend it.