So, I did two things that any girl, no matter how short, tall, fat or skinny, will testify to being the most annoying and emotional process ever, and I did both in one shopping trip. I tried on shorts and bathing suits. Guys don't understand this so much, they just watch their significant other suffer through it. For girls, even if it's the same cut, just a different color, it can mean the difference in getting it or not because it changes completely how they look on you. Every style fits you differently through every part of your body. One wrong stitch and it can emphasis the part of you that you hate the most.
This required a lot of mental preparation. I took a nice long hot shower, took time doing my hair and make up, picked out clothes I felt extra confident in, not to mention the pep talk I was giving myself the entire time that even if I didn't find anything today, it was still early in the season. I made sure right before leaving, I looked amazing so no matter how the shopping trip went, I still looked great. Then I went to the mall.
The first store, which was for shorts, was okay. I found one pair that was okay. But I just didn't really feel great. Then I tried the swimsuits. This wasn't bad. None of them looked horrible, but none of them looked great. I wasn't going to let it get me down. I had to stop myself going into Wet Seal. They're never good for shorts or pants and I don't need anymore of their shirts, but my want for them is very high and going in there is me asking for it.
I headed into American Eagle and had amazing luck. In total, I found six pairs of shorts and planned on getting two of them. A nice denim pair and then a khaki pair. Then come to find out as I'm checking out, the khaki pair was on sale and allowed me to get another of the same kind, only in navy. I was so happy at how it all turned out. I didn't really care about the bathing suit anymore, I don't really need one of those right away. The shorts are a little more important. All in all, it was a good shopping day. I love good shopping days.
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