Went to Forever 21 last night. Thankfully flying solo as I would not have wanted anyone, and I mean No one, to witness what I, unfortunately laid eyes upon. Me. Me in the mirror. Me in the mirror squeezed into a series of tops. Tops that were designed for a 21 year old to flounce and frolick about in.

Pretty much convinced myself, on the spot, that I am not Forever 21. Most definitely. I am not.