i spy a cutie in the background
so this fitting was officially one of the worst experiences of my entire life, not even being dramatic. i don't like shopping in general, especially trying clothes on, i tend to just shop online, so that was already annoying. then my other two colleagues are smaller than me, they're really tiny, like stereotypical models and i kept having to ask for a size up. the stylist kept pushing me smaller sizes for some reason and i had to ask for a bigger size for every. single. item. of. clothing. i'm already unhappy with my weight and really don't need a constant reminder, and now in a few days i'll have to look at myself in photos that will be all over our website and social media and i 100% know i won't be happy with them. plus i still have that stupid spot on my stupid chin and if it doesn't go away until tuesday i'll shoot myself. aaaand after all that we still don't know what we're wearing.
i came home afterwards, made myself a smoothie as if it's gonna make me instantly skinny, put a face mask on and then ruined it by crying