I would like to address the fact that whomever designs clothes for fat asses (me, specifically) should be shot in the face. Seriously. And the stores who purchases the line of clothing! What in the hell, REALLY. Do you really think that a trash bag covered in geometrical shapes is going to make me feel good? Make me look at it and think 'Wow! I would look great in this! No one would ever mistake me for a small geometric planet.' I've decided to live in tin foil pants and tank tops.
Ugh.
I still need to figure out a way to approach things without bombarding them with 'I FEEEEEEEL', because it really doesn't matter how I feel when I need to know where the q-tips are. One step towards the future.
I will honestly start updating this more, because it's definitely necessary.
Now I'm off to take the tags off of my new triangle smorgasbord that I call a shirt.
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