This never happens at J. Crew

I went shopping today. After church, with the whole family, all American and such. We ate at a chain restaurant, shopped an enormous mall complete with Medieval Times and Cinema complex, and filled our trunk with lovely, unnecessary things.

But that's not what this post is about.

It's about how I tried on a jersey dress and it clung in all the wrong places, unflattered me to the extreme, and beat the shit out of my self esteem. And then, when I tried it on again for my mother to see, it was perfect. Curve-skimming, flaw-hiding perfection.

For only 24.99 at H&M.