Shopping = Horrible!

I went swimsuit shopping today. I should have known better, but I decided that I needed a swimsuit, though god knows when I'm going swimming next. I shopped for an hour and then got fed up and just bought one. I look horrible in it, but I really don't care. I look horrible in all of them. I hate shopping for swimsuits. It just brings into rather sharp relief everything that I dislike about the way I look. Gah! The suit I settled on is a bikini. Ew. The bottoms are shorts like my old ones, but the top is a halter style that requires tying two sets of strings. Which I was incapable of doing myself, which means my mum had to do it for me. It was just embarrassing. So yes, revealing, but I give up. And I refuse to pay $100 for a square foot of cloth that hardly covers the essentials. Just no. Instead, I paid $50 for a square foot of cloth that hardly covers the essentials. Great. And apparently, I require two different sizes for the top and bottom. That just makes no sense to me. So yes, today's shopping expedition was quite aggravating. Anyway, I'm hungry. Perhaps I'll just eat away my annoyed-ness.