Breathe

The price we pay for beauty… 

I wore an adorable new green dress to work today, and didn’t realize until I sat down at my desk that the fabric around my ribcage was so tight I couldn’t breathe! I also couldn’t lift my arms for fear that the thin silk fabric would rip. I spent my day holding my breath, in a constant state of asthma attack. If only men could appreciate the great lengths we go to look presentable.
When I finally stumbled into my house at 9 p.m., my stiletto heels had been replaced by flip flops, my panty-hose was in my purse, my disheveled hair was in a lop-sided pony-tail and my dress was only half-zipped. Classy.

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