Last night I had a dream that a short, stocky Asian fashion designer (I have no idea why she was Asian) came to the house I grew up in to have me try on different pairs of jeans. She wanted to see if a particular pair of curvy-fit ones would actually fit me–and they did. This excited the diminutive fashion designer very much because they were the pair that Jessica Simpson was supposed to model at an upcoming fashion show in France, but because Jessica recently took a tumble, she wouldn’t be able to walk the catwalk in the them. The designer asked me if I would take her place in the show, and of course, I said yes! Then she told me that the fashion show wouldn’t be until December, and I panicked that I wouldn’t be able to maintain this exact weight until then.
Deep, I know.
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