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A letter to the girls

Nothing against my fellow girls but...

WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!?

Just because the weather is above 55 degrees does not mean you can go sporting off every single inch of your legs, and ass, I might add, to the entire BU population and greater Boston area. I have seen more butts in the past week than I ever cared to see in my life.
Maybe the tags on the clothing at forever21 and h&m need to blatantly say "This is a shirt. Wear with pants." and "This is a dress, wear with underwear" on them but my God. A shirt is not, and will never be, a dress. So stop pretending is.
No I don't care that you hit the fitrec every day to get "summer ready"...it's still not a dress.
I know your Perfect Tan looks great. But it's still not a dress.
Buy pants.
Buy shorts.
Ones that are not underwear.

Same goes with shirts - if I see one more nipple popping out I'm going to start handing out pasties.
I wore shorts and a tank top today and I felt like a nun walking around in comparison to everyone else- yeesh.

And cut.

love love love,
me

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