I've been having difficulty thinking of myself as "normal weight" now after some 15 years of being called fat by my mother and classmates and who all else. Even when my boyfriend says I'm perfect, or the label on my Old Navy shirt says "medium," I don't believe it and feel like a pheasant walking among slim sparrows in public places. But, for some reason, I have the utmost faith in
pictures.
So this morning I dug up a photo from spring break last year at the Oceanside beach in SoCal, and took a comparison photo in the same suit and pose (reflected). They're actually different!
My tummy is gone, and my legs are a little smaller (even from the unflattering vantage point of the floor, where I had to place the camera b/c no one was around to help). Dancing carrots for me
