Yesterday I wore a dress to work. I always wear pants there because they just get covered in random dust patches anyway and I can't be bothered to look nicer for a job I hate. When I got there this girl who has all the makings of a frenemy, Kristal, was like 'omg you're wearing a dress !!??' and other general mock excitement about it (this is the same girl who a couple of months ago asked me if I was a lesbian and a virgin because 'you never talk about guys' Nevermind that I don't talk to her about anything because ours is merely a friendship of convenience)
I usually don't like wearing dresses even though I buy a whole lot of them because I hate my legs and calfs and it was a big step for me. Today I also wore a dress to work, it was sleeveless. So I'm standing there just waiting for customers and Kristal was also standing there and she reached over and pinched the fat on my upper arm and she and our other coworker A (who is heavier than me) started laughing.
I really hate this girl. She always feels the need to point out my body.
She has ridiculously tiny teeth and I've never pointed out anything about them because I'm a considerate kind person but I've been compiling a list of insults to throw her way next time about them because I'm a bitter vindictive bitch.
I usually don't like wearing dresses even though I buy a whole lot of them because I hate my legs and calfs and it was a big step for me. Today I also wore a dress to work, it was sleeveless. So I'm standing there just waiting for customers and Kristal was also standing there and she reached over and pinched the fat on my upper arm and she and our other coworker A (who is heavier than me) started laughing.
I really hate this girl. She always feels the need to point out my body.
She has ridiculously tiny teeth and I've never pointed out anything about them because I'm a considerate kind person but I've been compiling a list of insults to throw her way next time about them because I'm a bitter vindictive bitch.
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