jeans

Nothing makes a woman feel fatter and uglier than a visit to a dressing room or the instant images of a digital camera. You can't deny what that digital camera tells you, buddy, you are no longer as thin as you used to be.

I was lucky once upon a time from the age of 0-18 when my metabolism shredded any extra fat and I gained no additional weight aside from the normal stuff you gain to grow. Sophmore year of college I gained about 20 pounds, something that made me cry everytime I put on a pair of jeans on my way out the door. The button wouldn't close and aside from having horrible taste in jeans since the jeans of the time were nothing to be proud of, I was stuck with a wrestling match of trying to fit myself into denim. The agony.

Luckily, grew into the body that had grown and then was ok. Then I turned 25 and everything quit working the way it used to. I had to get a crown for a tooth, go to the chiropractor to get aligned for a hip that had gone out of alignment and go through some other crap but the worst of all has been the fact that somehow I still almost cry whenever I go into a dressing room to try on some new jeans.