So I managed to muster up the courage to try a new pair of jeans on today, They were a size 18.
I could still probably squeeze myself into a 16 but I am not into the whole not breathing thing anymore.
I was sad at first, it was for a split second. Then I realized how good I looked in them and wasn’t so bothered.
It helped that a really hot guy checked me out too. *laughs*
Isn’t it great, something as simple as a small stare from someone of the opposite sex can make a whole day. 
Araceli Morales said,
February 20, 2008 at 10:50 pm
WHO CARES IF YOUR FAT!
MY MOM IS FAT TO..DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT IF SOMEONE TELLS YOU SOMETHING..THERE JUST JEALOUS!!!
WELL KEEP YOUR HEAD UP & HAVE A GOOD LIFE:)
–>>4R4*