There is something about shopping for a dress that puts most women over the edge. Unless you have the perfect figure, and even then there is usually something about yourself that does not work for you in that evil 3-way mirror under those horrifying fluorescent lights.
This is an actual conversation that I heard from the next dressing room:
Woman 1: I am sure this is my size. And I am wearing the perfect bra!
Woman 2: Ummmm, I don’t think so, hon.
Woman 1: Sure, you hold the bottom and I will hold the top, I will take a deep breath in and then we can zip it together.
Woman 2: Honestly, I just don’t think there is enough fabric. What’s the big deal, no one will ever ask to see the tag and verify the size you are wearing. And anyway, you would need someone to dress you before the wedding AND you won’t be able to sit down the whole time.
Woman 1: I should have never eaten lunch before going shopping.
You seriously cannot make this stuff up. Lady, eat a sandwich, wear the bigger size, get a pair of spanx and get a grip.
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i could cry but i don't have time 