I ordered this dress today. Go ahead. Click on it. It gets bigger. 
It’s nothing like anything I’ve ever bought for myself.
Based on the supposed measurements, it’s not going to fit my ass. Trust me – not even remotely.
And it gives me the heebie jeebies to think of the bat wing arm exposure.
And yet, I had to have it.
And it was on sale!
I mean, if you’re going to have something hanging in your closet for no good reason, it should cost less than $25, right?
I really don’t know what possessed me to buy it, other than I saw it online a few days ago and kept going back to it. I think it was my buried inner Fit Girl that dug out the credit card and pulled the trigger. Apparently she likes it. 
Because as much as *I* try to tell you it’s not my style (and y’all might think it’s hideous), truth is I don’t know what my “style” is. Let’s face it, I shop by size and a prayer. I pray it fits and I won’t hate it.
But this dress? I don’t know. It called to me. And I bought it.
And I *know* it’s going to bum me out when it gets here.
And I *know* it was a dumb thing to do.
But…I like it.
It looks light and swingy.
It looks like it’s worn by someone who smiles a lot.
I would like to the girl who wears this dress.
I think the dress is gorgeous!!
You should hang it near the fridge or pantry to help motivate you to lose weight to fit into it?
I love that dress! It’s quite cute!
You WILL be the girl in that dress who smiles a lot!
sounds like even just thinking about the dress can make you happy when you ignore the negative self-talk. i love that!
i absolutely identify with not having a “style.” mine is either non-existent or sloppy, t-shirt mess. both of which are awesome.
so glad to see you writing again.