Thursday, December 26, 2013

A Slap in the Face; Or, The Time I Cried on Christmas

For Christmas, my mother bought me a beautiful black suit with a snakeskin-esque pattern that could very easily transition from work to play. Size 16.

It didn't fit.

Then she gave me a backup gift, a gorgeous black and white tweed suit, size 16.

It didn't fit.

Two years ago, I celebrated Christmas as a size 12, approximately 187 pounds.

Yesterday I celebrated Christmas as (maybe? barely?) a size 16, exactly 236 pounds.

So I cried.

I thought I had it figured out, but no. The cycle continues.

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