When was I this baller?

Looking for shirt or sweater for a winter white mood I came across this sweater in the closet. Cream colored silk, V-Neck, with a slight stain. The stain was a character trademark of mine, most likely some sort of soy based dipping sauce but the size and material were not choices I’d readily make.

Silk; which is always going to be I practically dry cleaned.

V-Neck; I don’t have the clavicles to pull them off.

Oversized XL maybe even a mislabeled XT; I’m not going to lie and say I’ve never been an XL but shit that’s a lot of expensive silk.

When was I this baller? This must have cost a bit of money at a time when I clearly was thinking more about draping and hiding my body rather than the practicality of clothing. Happily in 2018, I find myself back into the more plush plied body and in need of such coverup. I’m glad that younger me had the foresight to pick such a timeless neutral.

Your toxic friend

Take a look at these two friends that giggled and ran from a lofty office building atrium through the rain into Starbucks. Dejected from trying to coax friends out to meet up, and eventually realize their fate and fall in line to eventually order a Double Chocolaty Chip Crème Frappuccino®. I notice the girl on the left, snigger to myself thinking that the majority of the drinks menu at Starbucks isn’t for geared for people with insulin pumps. Pulling back and trying not to be judgemental, I want to think that this sensible girl orders a nice tea or perhaps has been waiting all week for a decadent buttery cookie. The girls eventually sit down to share the giant sugary drink.

How does this friendship work? I realize people with Type-I diabetes can have sugar, but to have a friend that is oblivious to your health needs has got to be toxic. I’m sure it is important for a tween to feel a sense of belonging but at the price of not being mindful?

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