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From Madalyn Mils:

Born ultimatum

What happened: I was shopping with my grandma for school clothes and I needed khaki pants for school and so we found some and I tried them on. Let me just say that I play soccer and volleyball and I am not overweight. I'm not the most beautiful, washboard ab person but I am happey with my body. So I tried on these pants and I liked them. They fit comfortably and actually looked good. Well, when I stepped out of the dressing room she had a disgusted look on her face and she looked at them and said they looked too tight. I'm telling you, these pants were fine! I was feeling very uncomfortable and insecure and she kept going. She said, "you should start jogging." And she poked my hips.

What I said: I was so pissed and I couldn't believe that she said that so I just gave her a kind of mean look. The truth is, I was really hurt.

What I SHOULD have said: "I can't jog off heredity." That would have been sooo nice to see her reaction.

on the stairs

L'esprit d'escalier

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Or is it?

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