blueeyedbbwsub
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I have finally come to terms with the love-hate relationship I have with clothing. It involves me loving to try on any so-called it's-supposed-to-be-my-size and hating the fact that it's most-assuredly-not-the-size-they-say-it-is piece of whatever i chose. I have more clothes at home that doesn't fit than what I can currently wear. Either 2 sizes too large or 2 sizes too small. I feel like Goldilocks, poppa bear's bed was toooooo hard, and momma bear's was tooooo soft. The dressing rooms of hell were surely not designed by women. HAH. And the smaller the dressing room, the worse the garment will fit. There's a direct proportionality issue at hand here. And to go completely off topic....But it still involves change rooms.....When I was younger, I worked at a large Canadian retailer and had to deal with a male customer who liked to try on women's clothing. To think he was all insulted when we'd send him over to the men's side to try on said under-garments. Of course, we had to go through the same little dance of "you can't use the ladies dressing-rooms, go over to the men's side" at least once a week.He must have been related to the fugly man-thing who didn't know the meaning of a good shave (the long beard gave it away) and the hairiest legs in the history of mankind. The summer dresses he wore at all times, including the dead-cold of winter, were not appropriate under any circumstance. I know, I know, to each their own, but DAYUM at least shave the face hair and don't try to look like a member of ZZ Top in a dress. A disturbing image even now, and it's been at least 20 yrs since I've seen him around. O wait, I moved and haven't returned since then. Forgot about that. Oopsie.
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