This is what I defensively retorted to the entire store packed with holiday shoppers after a sales clerk at Ann Taylor Loft loudly announced that I might need to go down a size and try an extra small camisole or an extra-extra small camisole.
I get it. I’m no Real Housewives of Orange County, clearly.
At least my feet are big.
Ooooooh, I think I just figured out why I love shoes.
(Dang, and I was wearing padding that day, too.)
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Is it wrong for me to crave an extra small ANYTHING when there are deprived people like you in the world? When children are starving in Biafra? When surgery for implants rises exponentially with the lowering of self-esteem?
I have never been an extra small. I want what you have, er, I mean what you don't have.
(Hey, I'm not lying. I'm the only person I know who is on a chemo drug that makes you GAIN weight! Where is the justice in that, I ask you????)
Sue
Trish...I hear your pain. I actually own several extra small camis...I hope my children enjoyed them because they sucked them right out.
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