It is packed with clothes that no longer fit. I will never go back to that “fat” lifestyle again.
Yesterday, I wore a size 4 skirt out. I felt awesome. But… I gained a pound in the last week. Kind of sucks. 143.6 from 142.4.
My “skinny” jeans have been feeling loose lately so while I was out and about, walking around on my lunch break, I just randomly decided to try some new ones on. SIZE FUCKING FOUR.
At the end of July, I was squeezing into 8’s.
This. Is. Fabulous.
I’ve taken pictures for one but I have yet to set it up. You’ll be the first to hear about it. Thank you! <3
Behind my smile is a hurting heart. Behind my laugh, I’m falling apart. Look closely at me and you will see, the girl I am…isn’t me.
This is weird. I can’t stop looking at my reflection whenever I get a chance. I’ve lost over 20 pounds in the last few months but only recently can I actually notice a difference. Isn’t that how it goes though? Our jeans start to feel baggy, sure, and we may have to change bra sizes, but we don’t see ourselves any differently physically even though we know we’re different until what point? I found my point today. The part of my body I liked least was my lower stomach. I had curves (in the way that I had large breasts and an ass that were melded together by a blobby midsection) but I didn’t have that waist that curved in and my hipbones didn’t show. I went from a 36D to a 34C. My ass squeezed into size 8’s when now size 6’s are a little loose. STILL, I didn’t see a change in my day-to-day life. But today, I finally saw it- a waist. HIPBONES. Underneath that fat, after all these years, is an hourglass figure. I always thought I’d be an apple.
My mind is blown.