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So it’s that time of year again, time for the annual Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show.
I love to sit down in front of my TV in my sweats year after year and feel bad about myself.
And each year I vow to make hay of my youth, and start walking around in bras and wings just cause I can, and should- while my body hasn’t been taken over by age and baby production, yet I never do.
So come November 30 when the show airs, you can count on the fact that I will be watching in my baggy t-shirt, hair-tied back, telling myself I only have a few good years left in me and I need to start wearing body glitter like them.
Yep, thats exactly what I will be thinking.
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