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may 05, 2009 05:30am
and then there are those times
Most of the time I'm pretty happy with who I am - I'm not one to dwell on my imperfections, whether they are physical flaws or problems with my personality. However, occasionally I feel completely inadequate...especially when I consider what my life would be like were I able to wear things like this:
...or this:
...or this:
...or this:
It's enough to make me miserable that I wasn't born a waifishly thin European woman. Or that I was waifishly thin, and could make a convincing European woman through transvestism. Ugh, why do dresses make me so freaking excited and so freaking depressed at the same time? I swear, when I have the money, I'm going to buy my own couture dress, even if I can never wear it.