So Monday was NOT a good self-esteem day. I went to an open call, no callback. That's fine, it's the biz, whatever. So I found myself at the mall, perhaps for a little retail therapy, and decided to try on some bathing suits. NOT a confidence booster. So I found solace in Betsey Johnson. (I live.) But alas, the dresses I loved wouldn't zip over my boobs. (Yes, I'm allowed to compain about the boobs when they keep me from enjoying Betsey Johnson fashion.) Strike three. I ended up just buying some lip gloss and retreating to Bry's place. And this is where I got my groove back. All thanks to:
I learn more about being a fabulous woman watching men tip down the runway then watching beautiful women fail at it on ANTM. These drag queens are beautiful even when they're bitches. They have more poise and confidence being a women than a lot of the women I know. The next time I'm feeling frumpy, I'm just gonna lip sync for my life and let my diva out! And imagine RuPaul herself saying "Erin...Shante, you stay."
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