This is perhaps the only full-length photo of me and the boyfriend at the St. Anne parade. About two hours after this was taken, I hiked my nelly ass home, parked on the sofa, and got cozy with Peggy, Errol, and Henri as they narrated yet another Rex Ball.
But enough about that. Tell me, truthfully: does that bustle make my ass look fat?
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