>>9500314
>>9500314
As OP I should share first, huh?
Here's mine (this is really only relative to me though):
Let me paint you a picture. You're at a high tea or mega meet hosted by a major brand.Let's call them Motherfucking Sparkle Cake Or Whatever You are decked out in an OTT coordinate, full set from MSPOW, you worked super hard one some handmade accessories, and now the time has come: You are modeling in their fashion show with a coordinate they provided the majority of, but you worked so hard on.
You enter the runway with a cute, but snarky smile on your face, pacing carefully with a strut so well practiced. You feel so ready. But suddenly, you start to hear a beeping. It's coming from your insulin pump.
You've only been diabetic and insulin dependant a short while. You're figuring things out. You have dreams of a pastel pink pump decoden'd out, but for now you have 90's pager. Because you are wearing a dress it is attached to a garter, modestly concealed under petti and bloomers.
This could mean one of two things. Either you didn't dose enough for that boba tea you just had to have earlier (for aesthetic of course) and your blood sugar is high, in which case you'll direct our pump to help you out with a bolus and be on your merry way....
Or your sugar is very, very low.
You're only halfway down the runway. The lights in the room are dim except for the burning hot ones shining on you, and you can feel yourself start to perspire. You wonder if you get sweat stains on the precious burando if you have to pay for the damages when you notice that you've begun to tremble.
You think you're passing for elegant, but to the audience you have literally been stumbling drunk downstage since before the first beep. Regardless, you make it to the end of the runway when your trembling turns to wobbling.
As if it were an out of body experience, you see yourself crashing to the ground from above, your beautifully styled wig falling to the floor; you black out.
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