shopping is a trip to hell; wherein i say the word "boobs".

Yesterday, I went clothes shopping. I guess my mother took pity on me and allowed me to be Rich Kid for a day; "Go buy some clothes and just put them on your credit card. I'll pay for them when the statement comes." You wouldn't believe how much easier shopping is when someone else is paying. Obviously. Anyway, shopping is still difficult for me - I seem to be in this twilight zone of sizes and proportions. Things that fit my BOOBS look like a burlap sack everywhere else on my body. Things that look good and form-fitting and cute and show off my figure look pornographic with my BOOBS popping out of it.

And let's not even get started on pants.

Okay, fine, let's get started on pants.

Short with big hips is apparently a foreign concept to most clothing makers. I'm too large to shop at places like American Eagle and wherever else skinnier people my age shop, but things from here fall off of me. Ugh. So frustrating.

Add to yesterday's drama about my drivers' license and the awful old witch at the register, there was one bright spot in my shopping soap opera.

This. This adorable trenchcoat dress, which will be worn as a fall coat because I could not pull this off as a dress. But it fits me in all the right places and makes me look curvy. There's a slight buldge at the button closest to my BOOBS but nothing noticeable or cannot be solved with leaving the top button open. I looked at the price: Originally $110. Clearanced out for $40. I got it for $23. Last one in that size and color in the store. It was... destiny.

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