Entry 10: Read October 9

July 19

I made the mistake of telling Kim that I had a date. I mean you go to your absolute hottest friend when you want to look your hottest right? No. Totally wrong. She wants to dress me up like a Barbie Doll. This is great for her because she already looks like a Barbie doll!! I don't know who I look like but I can't think of anyone famous or perfect. And I don't want to look like a doll or a stupidly skinny celebraty. I want to look like me!

She dragged me into Forever 21 and other stores full of sparkly shit. I think I thought I always wanted to be one of the girls who shopped there or looked like they stepped right out of a fashion spread but I really don't. I'm not going to a club or a movie premier or the scary planet Barbie, I'm going to dinner! I just felt cheap and probably looked it too. The horrible polyester crap that clings everywhere and sticked itself to every lump and rides up in all the wrong places!

One of the girls I work with suggested I look through the pile of magazines I'm addicted to and get ideas that way. So here's what I want and don't want.

All this time freaking out over the outfit means I haven't had time to freak out over the actual date. There's still time for that.



Kim looks like this.
Even without trying.
Barbie doll.

She seems to think I look like this.

And that I should wear this on my date with Mike.

I'd rather look like this but with boobs.

And will probably wear something like this but with less boobs.

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