� image of me in a-b-c � 2004-02-06 � 8:41 p.m. �

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I was measured for the dress tonight... it wasn't as horrible as I aniticipated... I thought it would almost be painful... you know... in more than one sense...

I almost laughed when the woman wrote down my measurements with a smirk... and said "You know... these measurements are our society's view of the "perfect" body proprotions... you have a "perfect" body."

Yeah... if I was 5'9" and cared, maybe. That logic doesnt mean much to me... afterall. It means that I have big boobs and hips and that my waist is smaller... but I am still short... and my legs don't fucking work. That isn't my idea of perfect... but what the fuck, I'll take it.

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