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The Fitting Room
Photo: 'Leahy Views' / John Cardiges
By Megan Zabrouski
The color matches my morning: a singular strawberry eaten, spandex on the fitness instructor’s body for her 58:38 cardio video, my face after burning 421 calories: 70.1667 strawberries.
I wear the color of the night: shots of Aperol and vodka mixed with Advil to numb the blood and bile that washed down the drain after I swallowed six slices of tomatostyle pie and inhaled a bag of Takis.
The dress looked pretty on the mannequin, but I am too big for it and too small for this fitting room.