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		<title>By: Trendy Tummy Maternity</title>
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		<dc:creator>Trendy Tummy Maternity</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Oct 2012 20:35:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a fabulous dress AND outstanding idea! Would love a photo with &quot;the dress&quot;... coming to Canada anytime soon.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a fabulous dress AND outstanding idea! Would love a photo with &#8220;the dress&#8221;&#8230; coming to Canada anytime soon.</p>
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		<title>By: Suzanne c wolf</title>
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		<dc:creator>Suzanne c wolf</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2012 15:08:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i think this is truly amazing. It makes me happy just to read the comments, God Bless you all!
 How can I get the RED DRESS :)?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i think this is truly amazing. It makes me happy just to read the comments, God Bless you all!<br />
 How can I get the RED DRESS <img src='http://thequeso.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> ?</p>
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		<title>By: Lu Ann Lane</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lu Ann Lane</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2012 01:05:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I just the Katie Couric show about the traveling red dress..I was inspired to see what the Red Dress can do .....I think in my life I need a red dress..
I lost my dad and my dear husband within 3 months, 2 years ago. I Have really tried to move on with my life.....I have friends and family that don&#039;t understand how lonely it is....they cannot understand that I would like to find someone in my life again,.  But I have had some, not very many dates.they have been so disappointing, the guy I was crazy about, and I that we had a connection,well on Christmas Day out of the blue he never calls me again ans dumps me.  Then other one was a scam to get my personal information....for three weeks we keep emailing me, and I finally found out he was not who he said he was.......I am not that old, I am in good shape and a stable mind....but have been so hurt,I am so depressed,I have never been so alone and I put on this front in front of people that everything is okay, when inside I am crying.....thank you for letting me vent.

Lanie</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I just the Katie Couric show about the traveling red dress..I was inspired to see what the Red Dress can do &#8230;..I think in my life I need a red dress..<br />
I lost my dad and my dear husband within 3 months, 2 years ago. I Have really tried to move on with my life&#8230;..I have friends and family that don&#8217;t understand how lonely it is&#8230;.they cannot understand that I would like to find someone in my life again,.  But I have had some, not very many dates.they have been so disappointing, the guy I was crazy about, and I that we had a connection,well on Christmas Day out of the blue he never calls me again ans dumps me.  Then other one was a scam to get my personal information&#8230;.for three weeks we keep emailing me, and I finally found out he was not who he said he was&#8230;&#8230;.I am not that old, I am in good shape and a stable mind&#8230;.but have been so hurt,I am so depressed,I have never been so alone and I put on this front in front of people that everything is okay, when inside I am crying&#8230;..thank you for letting me vent.</p>
<p>Lanie</p>
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		<title>By: Andrea Mills</title>
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		<dc:creator>Andrea Mills</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2012 04:28:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a beautiful idea. I was so intrigued when I read the stories. I am 55 and stage 4 metastatic breast cancer.  I am on  indefinite chemo so I feel somewhat sick and very tired most of the time. It took this breast cancer journey to really open my heart and love and give my all every day I have. 
I appreciate each day I have and walk in the steps of all cancer survivors whom I know and don&#039;t know. I remember the ones who are not  here anymore too and put them in my heart. 
I no longer have breasts I had to remove them to save my life. Now I m struggling to reconstruction them in a long and painful process. 
I would like to feel like a pretty feminine woman .....just for a day.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a beautiful idea. I was so intrigued when I read the stories. I am 55 and stage 4 metastatic breast cancer.  I am on  indefinite chemo so I feel somewhat sick and very tired most of the time. It took this breast cancer journey to really open my heart and love and give my all every day I have.<br />
I appreciate each day I have and walk in the steps of all cancer survivors whom I know and don&#8217;t know. I remember the ones who are not  here anymore too and put them in my heart.<br />
I no longer have breasts I had to remove them to save my life. Now I m struggling to reconstruction them in a long and painful process.<br />
I would like to feel like a pretty feminine woman &#8230;..just for a day.</p>
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		<title>By: fashion pregnancy dress</title>
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		<dc:creator>fashion pregnancy dress</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2012 09:01:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you for your sharing~~</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for your sharing~~</p>
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		<title>By: Dorothy</title>
		<link>http://thequeso.com/the-red-dress-project/comment-page-2/#comment-24661</link>
		<dc:creator>Dorothy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2012 16:11:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>what a wonderful, wonderful idea this is!

I have no &quot;story&quot;, really...a mom of 4 that works full time &amp; is going to school at night; I&#039;m a little bit sad and a little bit separated from my husband, and am just trying to do little things everyday that make me like myself a little more than I do. Right now? I would never be brave enough for the red dress, but it is now in my head as a &quot;possible&quot;, as a &quot;someday&quot;. Thank you for that.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>what a wonderful, wonderful idea this is!</p>
<p>I have no &#8220;story&#8221;, really&#8230;a mom of 4 that works full time &amp; is going to school at night; I&#8217;m a little bit sad and a little bit separated from my husband, and am just trying to do little things everyday that make me like myself a little more than I do. Right now? I would never be brave enough for the red dress, but it is now in my head as a &#8220;possible&#8221;, as a &#8220;someday&#8221;. Thank you for that.</p>
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		<title>By: Mariah Burt</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mariah Burt</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jun 2012 18:59:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am leaving this comment on my sister, Mary&#039;s, behalf. She is 7 years younger than I am and a strong and beautiful person. We grew up in a very abusive home(s). We moved every year of our lives, transfered schools nearly every year of our lives, and were homeschooled (really locked up and hid from the world) for years on and off. When I turned 18 I went to college to escape the madness and moved out at 2o. Unfortunately, that left Mary as an only child. To endure verbal abuse, neglect, stolen education, sexual abuse, and utter despair. You may think this is a story of defeat, it is not, it is one of survival. Unfortunately, Mary turned to things that could numb the pain of what we/she endured. Cutting, drugs, self-deprication, pills, alcohol, and self-hatred. She came to live with my husband and I in a new city after several stints in hospitals and mental-institutions. She was clean 5 months and had a relapse. Willingly, she has been in rehab and will be returning this month. She is ready, not to forget, but to use her knowledge and new skills to help shape the successful beautiful person she is and step forward into the future. I want Mary to have a moment, when time stops, the past freezes, and she is just her beautiful self. To wear the Red Dress would be to declare freedom from a dark past into and make a passage into a new future. A red stepping stone, a marker, into the journey of her new life.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am leaving this comment on my sister, Mary&#8217;s, behalf. She is 7 years younger than I am and a strong and beautiful person. We grew up in a very abusive home(s). We moved every year of our lives, transfered schools nearly every year of our lives, and were homeschooled (really locked up and hid from the world) for years on and off. When I turned 18 I went to college to escape the madness and moved out at 2o. Unfortunately, that left Mary as an only child. To endure verbal abuse, neglect, stolen education, sexual abuse, and utter despair. You may think this is a story of defeat, it is not, it is one of survival. Unfortunately, Mary turned to things that could numb the pain of what we/she endured. Cutting, drugs, self-deprication, pills, alcohol, and self-hatred. She came to live with my husband and I in a new city after several stints in hospitals and mental-institutions. She was clean 5 months and had a relapse. Willingly, she has been in rehab and will be returning this month. She is ready, not to forget, but to use her knowledge and new skills to help shape the successful beautiful person she is and step forward into the future. I want Mary to have a moment, when time stops, the past freezes, and she is just her beautiful self. To wear the Red Dress would be to declare freedom from a dark past into and make a passage into a new future. A red stepping stone, a marker, into the journey of her new life.</p>
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		<title>By: Laura</title>
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		<dc:creator>Laura</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2012 01:40:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I’m a mom of six – yes, six – children, ages four to 14. Four girls. Two boys. No twins. All mine, every last one of them. I should know, I gave birth to each of them. I love them. I love my life. But some days the monotony of housework and laundry (oy, the laundry!) and the dreaded “D” word – dinner – weighs heavily on me and I cry and cry and cry. Add to that the fact that my husband lost his job three years ago when the economy tanked. Three years without a permanent, benefit-inclusive job. Mind you, he hasn’t not worked. He’s worked temporary and consulting jobs, often more than one at a time, to keep us going. I even went back to work for seven months before he found something. Then last night, my husband was told “no” once again. Top two, but not number one. Bridesmaid, not the bride. Third time he’s heard that. We’re about four health insurance premiums away from maxing out a credit card. As I walk around the house cleaning and doing laundry I look at each item and think about how much I can sell it for on eBay or Craigslist. Or jewelry. Certainly there are pieces I no longer wear that someone will give me cash for. I hate that it’s come to thoughts like this. I just do not know what to do any more. And then today I read about the traveling red dress and thought, “That’s just what I need.” See, red is my favorite color. Really. Truly. Red shirts? I own several of those – short sleeve, long sleeve, I wear red them as often as possible. Red raincoat? Check. I even own not one, but two pairs of red shoes, one of which is a kickass pair of red wedges. But a red dress? Nope. Never. Several black ones, even a leopard print one. But no red one. Maybe now it’s time. Even just to wear for a moment to brighten my day.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I’m a mom of six – yes, six – children, ages four to 14. Four girls. Two boys. No twins. All mine, every last one of them. I should know, I gave birth to each of them. I love them. I love my life. But some days the monotony of housework and laundry (oy, the laundry!) and the dreaded “D” word – dinner – weighs heavily on me and I cry and cry and cry. Add to that the fact that my husband lost his job three years ago when the economy tanked. Three years without a permanent, benefit-inclusive job. Mind you, he hasn’t not worked. He’s worked temporary and consulting jobs, often more than one at a time, to keep us going. I even went back to work for seven months before he found something. Then last night, my husband was told “no” once again. Top two, but not number one. Bridesmaid, not the bride. Third time he’s heard that. We’re about four health insurance premiums away from maxing out a credit card. As I walk around the house cleaning and doing laundry I look at each item and think about how much I can sell it for on eBay or Craigslist. Or jewelry. Certainly there are pieces I no longer wear that someone will give me cash for. I hate that it’s come to thoughts like this. I just do not know what to do any more. And then today I read about the traveling red dress and thought, “That’s just what I need.” See, red is my favorite color. Really. Truly. Red shirts? I own several of those – short sleeve, long sleeve, I wear red them as often as possible. Red raincoat? Check. I even own not one, but two pairs of red shoes, one of which is a kickass pair of red wedges. But a red dress? Nope. Never. Several black ones, even a leopard print one. But no red one. Maybe now it’s time. Even just to wear for a moment to brighten my day.</p>
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		<title>By: The Weekend Changes &#124; Things Change</title>
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		<dc:creator>The Weekend Changes &#124; Things Change</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Mar 2012 05:04:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Mary!*A New Year Blessing from La Dolfina.*Amazing posts on Depression here and here…via Blog con Queso.*Inspirational music from David [...]</description>
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		<title>By: karen somethingorother</title>
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		<dc:creator>karen somethingorother</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 15:41:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m tired of feeling ugly and jowly and ohmygod I think there are 52 days left until I turn 40.  And then it will be 2 years since my Mom died.  And 13 days after my birthday I have to get my neck stabbed AGAIN with about a zillion needles because my thyroid is hideous and lumpy and bumpity and I think I need to lie down.  

What I&#039;m trying to say is, what you&#039;ve done with the red dress idea is wonderful, just wonderful because we women feel shitty about ourselves MORE than enough.  So, thank you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m tired of feeling ugly and jowly and ohmygod I think there are 52 days left until I turn 40.  And then it will be 2 years since my Mom died.  And 13 days after my birthday I have to get my neck stabbed AGAIN with about a zillion needles because my thyroid is hideous and lumpy and bumpity and I think I need to lie down.  </p>
<p>What I&#8217;m trying to say is, what you&#8217;ve done with the red dress idea is wonderful, just wonderful because we women feel shitty about ourselves MORE than enough.  So, thank you.</p>
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