Now I remember why I hate to shop so much...
Wow, that was wierd.
Earlier, my mom and I went shopping for shirts after the movie, and at first it was all right. I guess. We went to the juniors section and got a couple of shirts and 3 skirts. The first thing I tried on was a sleeveless shirt and a short skirt(at least, shorter than what I usually wear). The shirt looked all right, but the skirt didn't fit, which I knew was going to happen. So I tried not to get too depressed about it, because I learned long ago that I'm never going to look like Mallory or Allyson and getting upset about it isn't going to change that so it's really not worth the effort. So then I tried on this skirt that went just below the knees, and that was too tight, even though it was a large. That really made me feel fat. So my mom suggested we go check out the Misses section, but when she said that I just put everything back on hangers and told her I just wanted to go home. The truth was, I was starting to cry. I have no idea why. I was already upset that a large skirt from the junior's section didn't fit, but it wasn't until my mom mentioned the Misses section that I really started to cry. See, the way I see it, the misses section's clothes are cut so that they can hide all the flab that the girls who aren't sticks have. I like the jeans, but that's about it. I can't find one skirt that isn't to the ankles and straight. I can never find any sleeveless shirts or anything that can complement my body. Everything is just trying to hide the flab.
That's not even why I'm upset. It goes deeper than that. I just don't know what it is.
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^That was me banging my head on the keyboard. I'm just going to go to bed. Until.
Love in Christ,
All His own,
Emily

