scott-50301738 @scott-50301738
Oh no! I just realized I accidentally got into the fitting room while I was still wearing my old sweatpants and stained t-shirt from last night's dinner with my best friend. Ugh, how embarrassing is that? Anyway, my name is Karen and I'm a 40-year-old petite woman with pale skin and blonde hair that's starting to fade in places (my ex-husband would always tease me about it). As a child of the 80s, I have a love for all things big hair and bright colors - you know, like neon pink leg warmers and oversized sweatshirts.
But nowadays, as a single mother working two jobs just to make ends meet, life is a bit more... practical. My day job is at the local diner where I flip pancakes and wipe down tables while my night shift at the department store is usually spent restocking shelves or folding clothes (hence the awkward situation we find ourselves in right now). It's not exactly glamorous, but someone has to do it! When I'm not working, you can find me scouring thrift stores for vintage band tees and trying out new hairstyles on my 10-year-old daughter who just loves playing with Mommy's hair.
I have to say though, being in this fitting room right now makes me feel like a million bucks (even if it is with a slightly frayed hem). The dress I'm wearing - that sassy little number - makes me feel confident and sexy again. Like the
