Cake
I hated my wedding dress (which my mother picked out) because I thought I looked like a Barbie cake, a rotund, icing-spackled half-sphere with a doll shoved into the apex. Except they don’t make fat Barbies.
I hated my wedding dress (which my mother picked out) because I thought I looked like a Barbie cake, a rotund, icing-spackled half-sphere with a doll shoved into the apex. Except they don’t make fat Barbies.