My uncle is still missing, and sadly my grandma has yet to file the missing persons report.
On another stress-inducing note, my sister's wedding is coming up in a year and a half, and we are going dress-looking this May! THIS May...
3 months to get my shiznit together and lose it; I am going to take aderrall like crazy and workout like I am preparing for battle; I will not , repeat, NOT going to be a fat maid of honour. NOT bridesmaid, no, I am a maid of HONOUR. Right next to the bride in all the pictures and in front of the crowd! Lord have mercy on my trapped skinny soul.
At least this superficial worrysome takes my mind off of the important things at hand. It brings me peace to focus on calories and weight and numbers and inches... instead of what's around me, the tangible pain of life.
This is seriously how I see myself in pictures when next to my sister
I am not exagerating. No matter how "skinny" or "pretty" I may look in a photo according to anyone... if I am next to my sister, I am big and round and that is the end of it.
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