You walk into a store hopeful and excited about the new clothes that just came in. You've been scoping them out online but the pictures don't do justice and your just so excited to finally see them in person. You do a lap around the store and by the time you commit to a dressing room, your arms are full of clothes.
The first thing you try on, in my case, a cute navy and white striped wrap around romper, looks not as good as you thought it would. Still hopeful, you move onto the next item. A white lace cold shoulder crop top that would look adorable with high waisted jeans. It does absolutely nothing for your body and you move on to the next thing. High waisted jeans that say I'm a mom from the 70's more than they say boho chic. At this point your disgusted with yourself and decide its time to lose 30 pounds.
You leave everything in the dressing room and walk out of the store upset and disgusted. Feeling defeated, you go home and eat a whole pizza by yourself to eat your feelings.
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