September 16, 2012

• Ah, jeans

  So, back before I gained a shit ton of weight back, I had this pair of jeans from Express. They were 13s, the highest size Express carried, but I loved them. It was the first time I had ever been able to buy jeans from someplace like that, you know? I lived in these things. Well, until I gained weight anyway. Once I did that, I tucked them away in the bottom of my dresser, never to be seen again.

  This morning while trying to dig out a thin long sleeved shirt (helloooooo fall!) I found them. I haven't lost weight, but like I have said, I've lost inches, and I've been feelin' pretty damn good.

  Until, you know, I put them on and really couldn't get them over my ass. It made me realize just how small I had been. I have the common issue of, no matter what size I am, looking into the mirror and seeing a chubby/fat kid. I may think the chubby/fat kid is cute, but I have never seen myself as small.

  It just amuses me how small I was, and knowing my mom/sisters used to tell me that, and not realizing it. Until, of course, I'm bigger and can't get into my old clothes. I mean, I was never tiny, but I was small for me.

  Woosh.

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