The only way I could be a 2 is to cut off my legs. And I don't think I'm ginormous, just not cut out for the "pillow angel" thing.

megan, who gets to be the one who kills everyone? Should we just take turns, or something?

erika, you just made me choke.

Should we just take turns, or something?

I think that's only fair. Why should only one of us get all the fun? We can start with the Joe Millionaire chick.

Okay, I'm blissfully unaware of her, other than what's been mentioned here, so if you'd like that honor, it's all yours.

That's a cool-assed picture.

My sister broke her toe yesterday. I think that marks the first time either of us have broken anything, and perhaps the first for the whole immediate family.

Okay, something new about my meds or something is drying me the hell out. My throat and face feel parched.

My *bones* are bigger than that, even when I cut back and allowing for the fact that my most convenient exercise is using "Infinite Jest" for a handweight(If I can do that, your book is Too Long, k?)

I think you'd have to cut me in half to fit me into a size 2 anything. And, really, I like being a size 10. It's a good size for me. It's a size where the jeans that fit my butt are also the right length. It's a size where most of my wardrobe still lives.

My major clothing gripe (which is true of my body at any size) is that the button-down shirt industry seems to be in deep denial over the existence of boobs. I would like them to get over that, please.

What saddens me more than the packing away of the size 4, is the packing away of the vintage. Of course, the vintage clothing is all size 14 or 18, and it fit me when I was in size 6-8....

Women's clothing sizes are CRAXY.

I have two super dresses that fit at size 16 and fit at size 4 and they fit currently now even with a burgeoning house sized belly. They are magic.

((((ita's sister)))) Luckily, a little gauze and surgical tape should bandage that up nicely.