It is hard to be a woman. Seriously. Oh wait? I was stating the obvious? My bad.
As women, we know how hard it is. However, for teenage girls, it seems to be a whole new ballgame. When I was in high school, and on the cusp of junior sizes, I was a size zero. Unfortunately, size 3 was as low as it went, and I was doomed to wear children’s clothing. And have my mom sew my prom dress for our eighth grade prom (which is a stupid idea to begin with). She ordered me a lovely dress, but when I pushed those spaghetti straps over my shoulders, that dress hit the floor, without touching a curve on the way down.
