Anyway, as I was browsing, I found a cute tote bag. Turns out, I'm REALLY loud, so everyone in that store knew I was buying that shirt. They all turned to look at me. Whoops.
I found an eight dollar shirt, so I went to try it on. It was cute. It made me look fat. Aeropostale has their smalls as of "too small for your arms! haha!" It was embarrassing. Turns out, I fit in medium, but since that stupid company didn't have any mediums on sale, I had to settle with a large. It was cool, so I bought it.
As soon as I got out the changing stall, I couldn't find my sister, who am I am going to call SSGOH. (Super Small Goddess of Hotness.) I immediately proceeded to yell out her name. Again, the staff looked at me weirdly. They informed SSGOH and told her that I was calling her name. Embarrassed, she ran out to claim me. I had checked out, so once again, the staff looked at me awkwardly, like I was going to steal their stuff.
Which i am proud to say I didn't. Besides that, SSGOH came out and told me SHE (who is a couple years older than me) fit in a small.
I ran out of the store, SSGOH telling me not to worry of my weight. I sighed. She gave me this lecture so many times. I almost predicted it. Anyway, what I did not mention is I bought a tank top. I have a terrible reputation of Tankies. Hey, it was three bucks. Anyway, no matter what tankie I put on, it makes me look like a slut. She asked if I tried it on.
I'm a terrible liar, so she kept lecturing me "Fit in your clothes and if they don't fit, don't buy them." I didn't have time to try them on, so I didn't.
Now I can only hope it fits. I bet it will. I never have gotten a medium size...
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