I just can’t. If I put on a dress and looked like that I’d take it off, pop it back in the packet, print the returns label and have it ready to take to the post office. As I’ve said before, a rEaLisTIc try on is someone putting a dress on and saying “I like the colour but I hate that it’s so short” or “this one does nothing for me” or “oh my good god I’m stuck, please Lord help me out of this”. No one on God’s green earth tries dresses on, dances around in their kitchen, talks about how “seggsy” they look and posts it on the Internet for validation, likes and attention. It’s awful. She’s awful. The dresses look awful.
I thought the sparkly frock try on would be funny but actually it’s so pathetic and desperate that I’m just embarrassed for her. How PUS and the kids can show their faces out when any school mum, teacher or work colleague could have seen that I’ll never know. And how her sister, and these friends she claims to have, can watch it and not text her a quick “are you ok because that reel was a bit weird love” message is just beyond me.