I can't throw out my 2-sizes-smaller clothes, because I refuse to believe I'll be this fat the rest of my life. It doesn't matter that a lot of those clothes are out of style now, or just plain not *my* style anymore. If I get rid of them, it's like accepting that I have to look like this forever.

Steph, I'm with you. Only they're more like 4 sizes smaller, so I think it's stretching the limits of possibility a little and... sigh. Those daisy dukes were cute! And I only wore them like twice!

Only they're more like 4 sizes smaller

I can't picture you 4 sizes smaller -- you'd be, like, a -2! You'd disappear!

Actually, I'm four sizes larger than the last time you saw me.

Timelies. I just had shrimp ramen noodles for lunch and I'm having flashbacks to college. Yum.

If I get rid of them, it's like accepting that I have to look like this forever.

When we moved last summer, I was ruthless. I found stuff up the attic that I'd bought that had *never* fit me. Stuff that was three sizes too small. And some stuff, encouragingly, that was too big. I gave away or threw out everything that didn't fit me *right now*, and it felt so good. My closet finally feels like a place I can walk into without a whole daily drama of daydreaming, self-recrimination, and try-on sessions that lead to tears. It was hard to do, but it feels good right now. And my point, before I forgot it, was that everything I put on now looks halfway decent on me because it fits comfortably, so it doesn't matter what size I am, if you know what I mean.

I'm totally a comfort eater, too. If I'm depressed, there's food in my mouth, whenever there's not a cigarette in it.

Actually, I'm four sizes larger than the last time you saw me.

(Or possibly three. Or six. It depends -- is 10 to 12 two sizes or one?)

One

Okay, then just three sizes, I guess.

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At the Marathon

Oh! So cute! She has such adult expressions, too.

(I hasten to point out that I now have, you know, cleavage, which is a novel feature.)