Fuck this "putting back on all the weight I lost last year" thing.
FUCK THAT.
Cruelest irony of all -- As I stood in the change room at Giant Tiger, vainly attempting to struggle into a pair of size 16 dress pants (as I couldn't find an 18), my frustration with my inability to find a simple pair of affordable pinstriped or plaid pants mounting by the second, what song should happen to be playing over the P.A. system?
BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY.
Almost poetic in it's sadistic humour, isn't it?
*Shakes fist at heavens CURSE YOU, POETIC JUSTICE!
*sigh*.
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