Over the past year I’ve become somewhat of a web series junkie. Being that I live in South Korea, English-language television pickings are slim, and one has to get sort of creative if she wants to see people like herself on the small screen.
Against my better judgement I choose to entertain the foolery and pretend that maybe our differences didn't matter so much.
A few summers ago I bought a V-neck bodysuit with a mesh see-through center. I had lost 20 pounds (again) and was feeling myself. I wore it one time before gaining the weight back (again) and relegated the sexy ensemble to the back of my closet.
Peering into the grocery carts of the women that surround me I wonder, how lazy or busy does one have to be to not be able to cook your own oatmeal without the help of a microwave?