Hello there, super-expensive-tailored-perfectly-to-my-body-shirt. You arrived in the mail last week. (Remember when I went to get fitted?) A nice, thick box with a red bow on top. I opened the box–like they do in the movies, where you can gently raise the lid and don’t have to rip into miles of packing tape–and behold! a…
glitz, glam, and the gym
