When I picked it off the rack I thought it was just a tank top, but I got quite the surprise when I was in the change room... There were two leg holes at the bottom of the shirt. I didn't pick up a shirt, I picked up a onesie! Or a romper, which is their formal name.
I've been going on about trying on a onesie since the middle of first semester, but I was never in a situation to actually try one on. I was so stoked.
Since I was alone, I asked the girl working at Forever21 of her honest opinion. We both agreed that it wasn't the most flattering for my body.
Poop.
Oh well, my quest for the perfect onesie is not over just yet.
On a different note: I bought a pair of rubber boots today from Softmoc. And I got a banana bubble tea without the tapioca balls!
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