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Women suck!

Over the weekend while visiting my in-laws, I over heard my sister-in-law talking about me (in a not so nice kind of way). I guess she thought I was a bit too glamorous looking for her taste. I heard her say, 'Look at her being all Glam, how about that lipstick?' to her boyfriend. In my defense, I was wearing a denim skirt that came below the knee, wedge sandals and a t-shirt (it's not like I was wearing some sexy mini skirt & tube top (the witch)! I don't know what was wrong with my lipstick. I didn't ask. I'm close with my mother-in-law and didn't want to rock the boat so I didn't say anything about what I over heard. I didn't even mention it to my husband until a few days later when I changed my cloths before leaving for a birthday party we were going to. I was wearing a summer dress with spaghetti straps that came just above the knee with the same sandals. I all of a sudden felt self conscious and changed into a longer linen skirt, plain t-shirt and flats. My husband said, I could take off all my make-up and put on a potato sack and I'd still be glamorous (which was sweet). He told me not to try to change who I was, but I felt like I'd be judged by the other woman at the party that I didn't know and chose to tone it down.
I'm really pissed off. I've always been nice to my sister-in-law. I've had her kids come and stay here for a week at a time (without her) and she has the nerve to be so catty (with me in ear shout no less)?? Woman suck. This is why I've always had more male friends than female. I've worked so hard to lose all that weight. I should be able to wear what ever I choose. I miss NJ and the comfort of my other 'glam' friends.

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