just in case you were wondering

yes, i'm at target, which sucks and is embarassing. (almost as embarassing as talking on one phone while taking my own picture with my other phone by myself like a total asshole while at target.) i had to go there because apparently it's the only place that carries the camisoles i have to wear to contain the boobs until the scars heal and i can wear an actual bra.



above are the hellish camis that i hate and cost waaaay too much and don't actually provide any support and only come in ugly colors.

anyway, there they are. the new homegirls.