| i think the moment i realized betsey johnson was no longer exciting was when on that mtv show a fat girl ( well no not fat fat but like a size 16 or so?) fit herself into one of her dresses JUST BECAUSE IT WAS BETSEY
nothing against the fat. i cant fit into betsey and look good either. but god.
i dont have any advice though. dont know where to find that stuff.
__________________ The fresh heartbreak was, in a sense, like being in a foreign country; everything seemed alien, brilliant and glinting. It was as if I’d been flayed, so that even the air hurt. When you’re that unhappy, any glimmer of beauty or consolation feels like running into an old friend abroad, or seeing mountaintops through smog. Maybe we mistakenly think we want “happiness,” which we tend to picture in very vague, soft-focus terms, when what we really crave is the harder-edged intensity of experience. |