Self Image

An afternoon of casual clothes shopping at Target resulting in an unsuccessful attempt to locate a flattering sweater, top, or bra has left me feeling that one of two things is utterly broken: 1) my grown-up ability to buy clothing that fits my body, or 2) my body.

On a sidenote, it is surprisingly difficult to cry silently in a dressing room.

F*ck retail. Time for some fro-yo therapy.