I went out dancing in short shorts, high heels, and a spangly backless halter thingy. No ex-boyfriends came charging out of the crowds at the club to disparage me, and I had a blast--danced for hours with a group of lovely women to fun music with no consequences other than a blister on one toe.
I think dancing is really good for me, and I think wearing fantastically provocative clothes every so often is good for me, too. So take that, ugly voices in my head!
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you GO girl, z-snappity snap snap snap! :) i adore you.
yay! thanks mama. i adore you back.
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