If you ever want to feel bad about yourself, have I got the place for you! It's a little shop called BCBGMax Azria. Firstly, I should like to point out that they have beautiful pieces. Lovely tailoring, great colors, fantastic and imaginative cuts, but the largest size is an 8. Despite this, the sales person on the floor encouraged me to try on a lovely citron colored gauzy blousson. I milled around for a bit, got some items together and then found myself gazing at the "Runway" rack. While inspecting the wares of the runway, I overheard the following conversation betwixt two super skeletal BFF's:
Chandra: ..."so then I asked my boss, and he was like, you know what to do, so just do it. Can you believe how rude? I mean, like, yeah I know what I'm doing, but that doesn't-"
Morgan: "Chandra, I love you, but can you tell me what you think of this? I mean, I could wear it with a skirt, or white slacks, right?"
(I slowly turned to take in what magical garment would traverse the world of skirts AND slacks. Standing before me is a 10 year old boy with long hair and an ill fitting, yet stylish, short sleeved, light gray jacket.)
Chandra: "Yeah, it would totally go with white."
Morgan: "Are you sure? Does it fit well? Seriously, you can be honest."
Chandra: "Yeah, totally. Ohmygod, check out this belt!!! But it is a LARGE. Ugh, why is it so big? Why? How can I make this belt smaller?"
At this point I am merely wiping my hands on the Runway line and eaveshating on these two sylphs marveling at the success of their air diet, yet also noting the scent of ketones in the air. In response to the question about making a belt smaller, I muttered "Eat" not so far under my breath. Then I headed to the dressing room where I found the ethereal golden top made me look like the lemon that has been in my crisper for the past month. Ho hum, back to the Dress Barn for moi.
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