The other day I was using Eddie’s computer to print something out and noticed a picture he had on his desk. It’s of the two of us, and I honestly had no idea when it was taken. I’m a brunette in it, and we both look incredibly happy, and for once, it’s a picture where I think actually I look good. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m smiling. Maybe it’s a trick of good lighting. Maybe it’s the fact that I really didn’t have any idea when it was taken because I don’t remember my face looking like that in about 6 years. When I look in the mirror or imagine myself, I always envision a pudgey, round face, and in the picture that’s definitely not the case. I’ve lost 20% of my body’s weight since last year, and I still don’t see it most of the time. When I was given my lab coats for work, one of the pharmacists had ordered them without asking me my size. I came into work to find 2 plastic-wrapped size large coats and dreaded putting them on because they’d be too small, only to discover that I could comfortably button them if I wanted to.

I put on a pair of pants yesterday, a pair of khakis things that I picked up at old navy probably 3 years ago. They’re cute, but they were tight one me when I first got them and resulted in an obvious cameltoe so I don’t think I ever really wore them. I wore them to work last night and had to pull them up several times. I’ve got jeans that I didn’t even know I had in the dresser, things that don’t require me to fashion a belt out of bandannas to wear and keep up. I need shirts. All the shirts I have are either too big and baggy, or too small, or tank tops that can’t be worn to work. I need fun clothes.

One drawback? The bras I bought before school started in September? Getting too big. I’m losing my tits, people. *cry*

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