For such a long time, shopping has been a necessary evil.
One that ends in me buying maybe one or two things.
Oftentimes avoiding dressing rooms completely and then returning home with a bag full of items that don't fit.
This is how my addiction to online shopping began.
Losing weight, it seems, is a magical antidote to the horrific shopping experience that I've become so used to.
Trying on clothes and realizing, HOLY FUCK, I lost a size?!
HOLY FUCK. I can wear something that says "SMALL" on the label?!
Am I living in the goddamned Twilight Zone?!
Yes, I am.
The Twilight Zone of successful shopping trips and self-esteem.
A much heard-of place, but rarely experienced.
Now I'm going to go into giddy little girl mode...
LoOk At aLl Of mY cOoL nEw ClOtHeS, LIKE OMG!!!!
(someone please shoot me now.)
I own short-shorts now.
This really is the fucking Twilight Zone.
And strappy sandles that go over my ankle that I normally avoid for fear of a rabid cankle attack.
And regular t-shirts. Form-fitting t-shirts.
None of these things have ever existed in my closet before now.
Now, a gratuitous fashion shot. Because, y'know, I'm self-absorbed.
Many thanks to the lovely boyfriend for taking shot, after shot, after shot of me in the same damn outfit because I don't know, I think that one looks weird. Maybe this will be better lighting. Did my leg do something funny in that one?
I'm sure he's relieved that ordeal is over.
A bientôt, lovelies.