Photographed by Kristina Wilson. Growing up in New Jersey, I spent a lot of time at the mall with my friends. If we weren't picking at disco fries at the local diner, we were aimlessly window shopping and pretend-spending money we didn't have. My frequent partner on these all-day excursions was my best friend Ally, a statuesque, lithe, perky girl who could shop at any store, including the aptly and painfully named 5-7-9 (which literally only carried those three sizes). Chubby, awkward, and busti...
Photographed by Kristina Wilson. Growing up in New Jersey, I spent a lot of time at the mall with my friends. If we weren't picking at disco fries at the local diner, we were aimlessly window shopping and pretend-spending money we didn't have. My frequent partner on these all-day excursions was my best friend Ally, a statuesque, lithe, perky girl who could shop at any store, including the aptly and painfully named 5-7-9 (which literally only carried those three sizes). Chubby, awkward, and busti...
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