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Remember that scene in the Mean Girls movie?
The one where the other mean girls were telling Regina that she can't have lunch with them because she's wearing sweatpants, and they have this rule about not wearing sweatpants except on Fridays, and Regina tells them she couldn't wear any of her other clothes because the sweatpants was all she had that actually fit her?
I kinda feel that way now.
Last weekend, when I did some closet cleaning to get rid of negative energy, I had to let go of four pairs of jeans.
Because I can't get them past the upper part of my thighs anymore. Much less shove all of my butt in.
And there are two more pairs that are on the brink of ripping apart whenever I wear them and find myself in situations where I have to squat.
I know I'm not really considered fat by normal standards. And the slight change in my waistline may not really be that noticeable. But somehow, I have gotten fattER. Specifically in areas around my ass. So the size 24 jeans I had back then will have to be replaced with jeans that are... well... not size 24.
And while this newfound bootiliciousness may be a reason for celebration, it fills me with such sorrow to announce that my cup size remains the same.
Monday, June 05, 2006 @ 5:36 PM
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