I have a love/hate relationship with myself. Well, at least with my weight. Being 5'2" and weighing much more than the 120 pounds I'm supposed to (at least according to the doctors' charts) I have my issues. Some days are better than others. Today being a good day. I went to this new store in the mall, Torrid, and absolutely fell in love. I've always liked the store, even years and years ago when they were still affiliated with Hot Topic. But It was the first time I had ever set foot in the actual store. Sometimes when I walk into a store I get the feeling that everyone is thinking, "What the hell is that fat chick doing? Does she actually think she'll fit into anything here?" Even though I only wear an XL top. I just have a big ass and wide hips.
But here I felt so accepted. The lady working at the time basically became my personal shopper. She went around and looked for things that would look good on me and set me up with a dressing room. I think I got a taste of what the richies feel like. It was great.
I also need to mention that my boyfriend is awesome. He loves me the way I am (maybe a little too much sometimes, haha) and is always telling me how beautiful I am. Oh, how I love him.
But basically, the whole point of this rant is that going there today made me feel awesome about my weight. I love being chubby. I've never wanted to be one of those stick thin girls with no curves. I love my curves. I love being soft and I love the fact that my boobs are bigger because of it. So if I do lose weight (like my doctor wants me to, of course) I'm just going to get back down to what I was when I first moved back this past summer. And dammit, I was still really curvy.
Konichiwa Bitches!