I never really thought I had body image problems. I don't think I did, actually. I was never the pretty girl, but I was never overweight. I wore clothes and it was not dramatic. But I guess as you grow up... correction, as I grow up, my metabolism is slowing and even though I exercise a lot more than I ever did in college or before, the size of my thighs and bottom just keep growing. So... less eating, less drinking, more exercise? Fuck me. I don't eat that much to begin with. But after trying on clothes for an interview, I'm beyond discontent.
So: Christmas goal:clean out my closet: put aside all the clothes that don't fit and go shopping for jackets and cardigans and other basics. Fuck.
