c'est la vie.

i hate lingerie models.

and i hate trying clothes on.

well..

maybe hate is a strong word, but i really don't like them.

going into a dressing room is like entering another dimension.

an evil dimension.

it's like Narnia's evil twin.

the lighting is always horribleeee.. so you can see every lump and every blemish.

my favorite.

and i feel like nothing fits quite right when yer in there. there is always SOMETHING unflattering goin on up in there.

it's a real confidence booster.

aand the fact that they have pictures of photo-shopped models all over the place definitely doesn't help.

it's not often that i feel insecure about the way i look.

it used to be a big issue, but over the years, i've learned to pull my head out.. fer the most part.

BUT

dressing rooms never fail to throw me off.

i'm just glad that i can always come back to reality. it takes a little while for the urge to jump on a treadmill to wear off, but eventually, it does.

thank

goodness.