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Well. I'm back in the same pants I was wearing when Matt and I met. I'm wearing them and they're loose so. o/ It's not the same body I had back then. This one runs slower and it's weaker around the edges. I used to be stronger than most if not all the women I met in my day to day life and now I'm... not. My hips are wider than I remember them being. Not atter just... wider. Since I haven't grown or changed shape since I was 12, it surprised me when I finally noticed it. I'm 22 so it's not unheard of that I should change shape a little... but it still surprised me.
Still, I'm back int he same pants I was wearing when I met Matt. Hm, hm. I can even wear my butterfly jeans again. Boy was that a shocker. They're hip huggers and if I lace 'em up all the way, there's a little roll of fat... but they were always tight , even at the best of times. The body I had when I met Matt wasn't the best body I'd ever had. It wasn't the best (if best is defined as smallest) size I ever was. But ... well. It was okay. Good enough that when I met him at the dance club I was wearing a black mini skirt and a red fishnet top over a black bra, and I didn't mind being seen dressed like that. When Matt and I broke up, after the initial shock and depression.. I went through a little up-swing. I started sleeping with an old friend who's always good for my mindset and I generally announced I was going to lose twenty lbs and start over. And then, of course, it all went very, very bad.
It's been two years now. I have officially lost the twenty lbs I put on while Matt and I were dating and broken up. It has not magically taken away the time that passed, the pain I felt, the stupid, wonderful moments we had together.
But I get to wear my butterfly jeans.
Bones?
Still, I'm back int he same pants I was wearing when I met Matt. Hm, hm. I can even wear my butterfly jeans again. Boy was that a shocker. They're hip huggers and if I lace 'em up all the way, there's a little roll of fat... but they were always tight , even at the best of times. The body I had when I met Matt wasn't the best body I'd ever had. It wasn't the best (if best is defined as smallest) size I ever was. But ... well. It was okay. Good enough that when I met him at the dance club I was wearing a black mini skirt and a red fishnet top over a black bra, and I didn't mind being seen dressed like that. When Matt and I broke up, after the initial shock and depression.. I went through a little up-swing. I started sleeping with an old friend who's always good for my mindset and I generally announced I was going to lose twenty lbs and start over. And then, of course, it all went very, very bad.
It's been two years now. I have officially lost the twenty lbs I put on while Matt and I were dating and broken up. It has not magically taken away the time that passed, the pain I felt, the stupid, wonderful moments we had together.
But I get to wear my butterfly jeans.
Bones?