The Tank Top Confession

Today we just have to dive right in to my story because it's one of those days where I'm about to write about something that deserves to be judged on multiple levels. 

Which is probably why I'm writing about it.

I'm over here alone in my little corner of the world, judging myself. I need some friends to just go ahead and judge with me. You know, so I'm not alone.

Remember that time I spilled the beans about the whole being engaged debacle that happened somewhere around my 23rd year of life? 

Well, around that same time there happened to be gifts given to me on different occasions, for whatever reason. You know, the kind of gifts you would only receive if you were going to get married, or something crazy like that. 

One of these gifts I got was from the infamous Sexy Little Bride collection from Victoria's Secret. It was a tank top.

This one, to be exact. 

Come to find out, this little devil of a tank top is pretty much the greatest tank top in the world. Bold statement, I know, but it really is great. You know the type. The tanks you can throw on under shirts that don't hang low enough or the kind that give you the perfect layer effect. This is that tank. 

Only problem with it is, well, it says BRIDE. Obviously I can't just rock such a shirt, we all know I'm far from that nasty B word I don't really like to discuss. 

Here's where the confession, and reason for such a pointless post, comes in. 

I still wear it all the time. Except I turn it inside out... 

Because I'm an unstable human.

I tried to break up with my bride tank but I just can't. We're not ready to go our separate ways yet. 

It's complicated, I know.

Why don't I just buy another black tank top, right?

NO, nope, not happening. None compare to this guy. 

Actually, I have about eleventy hundred black tanks, if we're being honest here. Bride wins, every time. 

How depressing.

So, the moral of this story is... if you see me strolling down the street and I appear to be rocking something that resembles a inside out tank top, think nothing of it. Because I definitely am. And that's that.

Yoga pants and inside out tank tops. 

It's real tough to be this fashionable, I'll tell you what.