Spending years in fitting rooms has taught me one very bitter fact: women are sick, sickly, suffering, ill. Their vision is distorted seeing not full humans in their reflections, but disembodied thighs, bottoms, underarms, and stomachs. But fret not my feminine friends, you can be healed. Partake of a simple cure for your body insecurities: a personalized fashion prescription. Dress education can quickly lead to body adoration. Before you know it, you’ll be giving your saddlebags and love handles pet names. This week on Cardigan Empire is dedicated to you and your shape, so stay tuned.
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I feel honored to be the first to comment! I love your Highness: ) Also, hey, it shows that this blog started in November? Why am I just now being notified? And such begins the reign of the Cardigan Empire!
Bummer. I just scrolled down and apparently I’m not the first to comment. Becky beat me to it. IN NOVEMBER!
I’m excited to hear more about loving my body and finding nicknames for less-than-awesome body parts.
Also, I nominated you for an award:
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oh reachel, i am so glad you started this blog!
I am excited that you have a blog! I could use some fashion advice. You are amazing!
But what if I don’t want to face the truth? Then what?!
I think you might be the Tim Gunn of the virtual world. Or the Stacey and Clinton. But I think I like you best.