After already feeling insecure about a certain major purchase, I stumbled upon this on the web.
Angie found her dress at a used-clothing warehouse in Montreal where you pay for your clothes by the pound. "I found the dress shoved in a box," she says. "It's from the 50's, it's gorgeous, and it fits me. I bought the dress, matching jacket and veil for $5. I feel like I won the lottery!"
When I think about how much she spent and how good she looks, and then think about how much I am spending to essentially look like this:
I just want to cry. Is there some sort of chant or potion I can take to rid myself of jealousy, because it's burning like the fires of hell in me right now.
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