Fuck!
Was feeling really good today. Like, I felt HOT! I looked good. I felt good. I loved my clothes!!!.....until my mom wanted to go clothes shopping with me. She was getting stuff for herself and asked me to go with. She bought me a shirt that looked cute and when I got home, its so fucking long. It's looks bad on me, like really bad. "But Caroline, why didnt you try it on at the store?" 1-I fucking hate dressing rooms and 2-it was suppose to be my size. Then mom and I went to another store to try and find a onesie for me cause my friend is having a onesie themed new years party. No fucking luck! We looked in the guys section too!! It wasn't til I got home to look up sizing online (maybe amazon would have one?) And then I saw it. "Sizes are based on height." Well I am fucked. Even the biggest size had an average waist fit of around 42 inches. Well guess who's bigger than 42 FUCKING inches??? Thank you society for reminding me YET again that I KNOW I'm fat and even I don't get to have fun in the onesie trend. Thank for reminding me that I'm still not accepted for my size and society thinks I'm gross. I went from a GREAT high, to feeling like utter shit. I fucking hate clothes.
