After reading some of these other entries, mine is pretty garden variety college age nonsense, but here goes. In summer 2000, I studied abroad in Dublin. I was 19 at the time and had never really traveled much or drank much for that matter. At this time Ireland was still on the Irish pound system they had before…

I wear my leopard print Crocs flats all the time and get tons of compliments. My feet feel great while I look damn cute, come at me.

I wanted to hate it, but alas I cannot.... in no small part because the groom is a ginger....

It may not be your age so much as your taste in film. :)

Someday, they may come for us with their pitchforks and torches, but it is not this day, my friend....

DEM BROWS

Regarding your scaring children comment—my go-to remark for people who are maybe not the HOTTEST HOTTIES ever but who are also not ringing-bells-in-a-church-tower-ugly is "Well, I wouldn't throw rocks at them."

I am now, and will forever be (well at least until I am the age at which society decides I am too OLD for such praise), "such a pretty face". As in, "oh, but you have such a pretty face" SUBTEXT: IF ONLY THE REST OF YOU WEREN'T SO DAMN FAT.

I have several questions about how you attained a husband with a non hairy butt. Teach me your ways.

As a person going through a painful separation right now AND as one of the few non tattooed people I know, I'll just be over here in this corner crying into a Totinos party pizza ...... Party of one!

Together we would make quite the lady!

Yeah I totally agree. This was back in my younger, more impressionable days when I worried about the number on the tag and things like that. How silly. Now I intentionally buy bloomers 2 sizes above my pants size from Lane Bryant because 1. they run INCREDIBLY SMALL I guess and 2. who wants tight undies. Ick.

I have 100% picked up maternity clothes without realizing it due to the proximity in the store and then had an existential crisis when I tried them on and they fit but I didn't know if I could justify buying maternity clothes that I thought were just plus size. I didn't buy them, but I should have.

Seriously, once I figured out that I *need* structured fits, everything was illuminated. Thanks, What Not To Wear!

But then we'd all have to walk around naked as a wee babe and frighten all the townspeople with our fleshy bits.

Darts>>>>pleats every damn day.

THIS. I am blessed with gimongo cans, but teeeeny shoulders/frame and itsy little t-rex arms. I feel like I need the Laura Croft XXL line to exist just to fit my proportions.

I really, really love the sentiment in your comment.

I am too deflated from defending team gold and white all night to have many meaningful comments, but I just wanted to say that I love this post and you look amazing and totally fetch.