When I want to be depressed I go to Forever 21. Actually - I don't "go" there as much as I am pulled in by the thumping bass and bright colors and patterns of all their clothes.
I actually like some of their stuff. It is kind of like Zooey Deschanel's wardrobe on New Girl but more flammable. Seriously. How cute are her outfits?
But I digress. I really like some of Forever 21's clothes - especially the price tags. I call it disposable fashion. If you get one season out of it be happy. What depresses me, is that none of their stuff fits! Now - I am sure that in reading my blog you assumed I was 6'10" size 4 and have always been that size - even while pregnant. Yeah....ummm. you're wrong. I'm an "average woman". Sure, it wouldn't kill me to put down this Dove bar and type with two hands but I'm not going to do it. Oh, and I'm not going on a 12 week detox a 'la Gwyneth. That's just stupid.
I am a single digit size and I fit into clothes...just not the outfits made for poles. Oh, and I have come to except this. I can't shop at Forever 21 for clothing but I got some really cute accessories.
Stepping off my soap box now...and going to eat some Doritos