So, it is becoming increasingly difficult to fit into my pants. Well, actually, I can fit in all of them still, even the size 0's (Thank you part lycra/spandex jeans) but they do NOT do up. Well, actually, they do. Very uncomfortably but sometimes I still do them up just to prove I can.
I went out the other day with the intention of finding comfy clothes. Preferably made of cotton, soft and stretchy. I went into a store saw a plethora of sweatpants and grabbed my usual small and xsmall thinking worst case scenario I would be a medium. Wrong. I can't even get the small over my thighs.
Meltdown time.
It doesn't help that the store is staffed by two tweenage twigs who haven't even said hello (probably because I'm fat) and that the stall also makes me feel like a giant. So, as is the obvious solution to this problem, I start crying. I figure I might as well find out just how bad this situation is and I go grab a medium and large size. As the teeny bopper (who has probably just turned 12 and had an equal number ofsexual partners, slut)says snarkily "Ohh they don't fit? Would you like me to see if there are any EXTRA LARGES around?"
Eff you bitch. I got this.
So, the large fits. I buy them only because they are INCREDIBLY soft and stretchy and made of cotton AND 70% off. I slink out after asking for their names (Alissa and Briahhhhhhna) just in case I feel like complaining later.
A friend of mine K, comes by to bring me MY VERY FIRST GIFT FOR YOU!!!!!!! (BTW it is the softest cutest blanket ever ever ever with an owl on it <3 thanks lady) and I tell her about how I am obviously now a fat cow since large sized pants barely fit and I am only 4 months in. And then she makes my day even better by explaining I was in a store designed for TEENAGERS! Most people my age don't fit into these clothes at allll. Screw you ardene's!!!!
So, moral of the story, I am not fat......YET!
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