Sure, I could’ve gone out on my own, but I wanted to be with them and do something with them and fuck this all to hell.
Tag: disordered eating
I picked up two bathing suits yesterday. Apparently, the secret to finding a bathing suit I really like is to angrily grab a one-piece and a mix and match bikini set, then buy them without ever trying them on. I’m pleased. They’re both very much my style, I think. Maybe it’s just that I’ve been…