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This is my life.

I'm in the dressing room at Anthropologie, and so far I've tried a
size 8 jacket (too big), a size 14 dress (too small), a size medium
dress (fits, but not cute), a size 12 dress (a bit too big), another
size 12 dress (way too small), a size 10 dress (perfect everywhere but
a bit small in the boobs), and 2 more size 12 dresses (1 perfect and 1
a bit too big).

Sigh...

Sent from my erstwhile fancypants, now outdated iPhone 3G

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