Miu Miu Prefall 2020.

Remember this feeling.

The feeling of not giving up, of not giving in.

Going to bed, knowing that you kept the promise to yourself, and did not binge, or overeat.

You did it.

You battled the anxiety, the panic, the overwhelming need to bury your fears, and you came out swinging. Blocking jab after jab, keeping just out of range of the underhanded blows. You’re a fighter. Never forget that.

Now, sleep easily.

Tomorrow, get up, lace up your shoes, smile, and do it all over again.

You got this.

You got this.

You got this!

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The Story (I got caught) -Theft under $5000

Strap in kids, this is a long one.

So I skip my class at 4:30 (I should have just gone…lol) to go to the mall that is pretty close to the mall I had my class at (the place I go to for DBT, rents space from the mall). I am beyond fucked at this point (coked up, high on weed, and slightly tipsy.. a winning combo for lifting) but I decide to hit my fave store anyway (it’s literally at every mall in my province..). I go up to the men’s section and go to town selecting a TON (also, don’t take as much as I did from 1 store..) of larger sized items from the Ralph Lauren section. I begin to do my usual detagging on the floor (away from cams), nothing is sus. There’s some old guys selecting shirts but I didn’t see the plain clothed LP. I make my way downstairs and out to the exit where my car is located. Suddenly, I turn around and see a guy walking up to me and I froze. He announces he’s LP and wants me to come back inside; I co-operate (if you ever want me to do something, give me coke..) Plus I was basically at my car. I’m too out of shape to drop and run, and if I dropped shit & if I ran & got in my car in my car later, I figured the cops would show up to my parents house based on the plates (can’t have that. I’m already on rocky fences with so many parking tickets).

KEEP IN MIND I SURVEIL MY SURROUNDINGS BEFORE I LEAVE!! I DONNO WHERE THIS FUCKER CAME FROM!!

We go into his office and he begins to ask me why I took this stuff. Being non-binary, I explained I wanted more masculine clothing for when I start my transition. Oddly enough, the cop & LP asked why I had sports bras? I guess I either passed well, or homies donno about binding (cop did.. but that’s another paragraph)??! Reading the shit about magnets on here had me sketched. When he wasn’t looking, I grabbed the magnet from my bra and dropped it down the back of my pants. Then kinda manuevered it from my butt crack to my vag, then up inside. If you looked at me, you’d probably think I was adjusting my thong or something. Smooth fucking operator. After some questioning about my motives and level of remorse (apparently I wasn’t remorseful enough for the cop??), and filling out some legal papers, the LP asks me if I had a magnet to remove the tags. I told him “Nooo! I just kinda tore the sensor apart”. Hehe. Vagina magnet, ftw. The cop then asks me to go with him in his cruiser so he can check my car for other stolen goods?!

At this point I’m freaking out. I send him on a wild goose chase for my car, hoping he’d just give up. But homie says, “One more chance. One more guess, or you’re going to jail tonight”. I immediately think, “well, guess I’m fucked either way”, so I direct him to the lot my car is in.

After a talk about trans issues, he goes to my car and looks for the weed I told him I left inside, as well as my grinder & bong. He only shines a light into my car, and seemed to only grab the weed I mentioned (I told him everything he’d find in my car besides the coke and alcoholic drink)He let’s me keep my bong, but takes my weed and grinder. I am SO lucky he didn’t open the OJuice container or go through my wallet where my coke was. I would have got dinged with a DUI. He even told me, “if I find something harder than weed, you’re fucked”.

Soooo yeah…. that was my experience tonight. Hopefully this was in depth enough that you learned from my stupidity.

I have a promise to appear in a month where I find out what is gonna happen. Only got charged on the theft, nothing else. Bless me. Hopefully, all I’ll have to do is community service (which I frigging love to do anyway). I mean, the dude I was seeing last year got busted for dealing drugs and only got community service… Why not me?? THINGS I DID WRONG:

~get too cocky (I’ve lifted $20,000 + without getting caught)

~wearing heavy boots & couldn’t run

lifting under the influence

~parking too close to an exit (like literally 3 spots deep. Im so dumb)

~not dressing for the area (went to a richish area, did not look the part)

~went in without my purse/wallet/ID (Purse would have helped me blend in. Probably looked weird when I came in with just my coat)

~entered the store from outside with my coat off (it was coat weather, but I was overheating on coke so I immediately looked unnatural for the weather/day)

90% sure I hit this store last week and lifted like $4XX in Calvin/RL jeans (I can’t remember.. I was high on weed/tipsy and I don’t remember the locations I hit last week (REMEMBER THEM. WRITE THEM DOWN IF YOU HAVE TO!!) vary your stores. Hell I haven’t hit my hometown location in a month and still heard “Security scan section 1” today… ahhh karma)

THINGS I DID RIGHT:

~Co-operate

~was (somewhat) honest about my reason for lifting

~added personal issues to complicate my story (ones I used are; family life, transition, homelessness, mental health/disability)

~was (somewhat) honest with the cop about other items in the vehicle & their location(s)

~unknowingly left my weed out in the open, which served as a great distraction to hide the alcoholic drink/coke

~put my magnet up my mother fucking vag!!

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