Every dress I try on at Anthropologie fits me poorly in implausibly different ways- it’s either way too tight, like the zipper slices my rib cage or it’s a stiff ass, shapeless balloon. There is no middle ground and it doesn’t seem physically possible. It kills me because they look so good on the hanger. WHY GOD WHY.

Every dress I try on at Anthropologie fits me poorly in implausibly different ways- it’s either way too tight, like…