Last week, I started writing in the mornings again. Full transparency: I'm really rusty, and I'm only doing it because I'm being forced.
Do you know how hard it is to find cute bras and underwear that 1.) actually support you, 2.) aren't going to fall the frick apart in a few wears, and 2.) aren't made in sweatshops?
This whole thing started when I realized I was shopping to make myself feel better.It's crazy to look back on it, because, like most things in my life, I had no idea what I was getting myself into.