I have always wondered what it was like to be one of those women that just put on whatever they found from the closet and felt OK. Every day I gripe to myself about how the sleeves fit wrong, shirt is too short, too long, too snug, too frumpy. Pants are too high, too low, too snug, too saggy in the hind end. Then the combo! If both aren't sitting right then my belly flap is highlighted, I might have camel toe, someone might notice I am overweight or short. Obviously it is far too stressful to be me some days, but what other options do I have? Certainly not nudity, I would totally get fired.

I really want breast implants. I used to have perky B cups. 2 kids later I have pancakes. My step-mom calls them tube socks with sand bags in them. Hers, not mine. :) I'm afraid of surgery, scarring, a Tara Reid boob job, and what happens in 15 years? Scar tissue? Hardening? More surgeries to upkeep them? But I want pretty boobies again. I hate myself in the mirror. I get naked and dive into bed in the dark bedroom to hide my body from my husband.