Leaky Faucets
Here's my first purge...(cough)....I mean post under my diarya segment of my blog referring to my sad and did I mention very cracked version of "so called living":
Pretty sad or just sad?
Ever get that feeling? If you are approaching 30 and unaccomplished like me still small town living in a town that never called you home then you know the one I speak of: it's that side eye sad one you get every time you drop in the grocery store to grab one lonely salad at the bar disheveled and a mess nothing but hot from the other women there, those suburban housewives with a cart full of kids and groceries all pulled together in their Lilly Pulitzer gazing in you at amazement as to what your excuse is for looking like a mom when you aren't one. Well guess what I see you side eye and I raise you a three dollar legging I call comfort from Walmart.
I may not wear fashion but I know it and that Lilly has a home on your frame for good reason. You embody the label: just enough hidden crazy to pass for business casual meets weekend living attire and well frankly I don't. I may border on pretty more sad than so, but I see the loose sewed stitches on my leggings and know the breather they provide my insecure midsection is much sadder but comforting than the one your even pricier label branded Spanx provide you.
And with that this first run...pun intended brings much needed relief to a otherwise half ass leaky faucet. diarya post one leaves me feeling...flushed? Or that could just be the feeling I'm left in my cheeks from the chill suburbia brings.
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