2002
I was tagged in a photo on facebook the other day. I photo during my first year of College at the ripe age of 18. I remember that girl; so full of life and filled with hope. The life of the party and the shoulder to cry on. She loved fashion and spent most afternoons in LA's fashion district. She could party all night and be on the dance floor until 5am. Her friends were from around the world and had culture and traditions to teach her. Everyday was an adventure. Everyday was a party. She was invincible.... or so she thought.... she is dead now... ina sense. What happened to me? Well I grew up. They say you gain 1 pound of fat each year after the age of 20. Well I thought I was special, because me weight was not increasing.... then I turned age 23.... 3 pounds..... age 24....... 9 pounds..... age 25...... 3 more pounds..... WTF. And now as I try to deny my rapidly arriving birthday I will not step on a scale. Its not that my weight gain scares me.... who cares.... I still think I look good.... I am just fed up with buying new jeans. My sizes keep changing and its pissing me off. And for all the people rolling their eyes saying "that's not allot of weight, stop complaining." I would like to show you the long trail of stretch marks down the side of my thighs and bum, then hear you say "its no big deal", ya that's right... stretch marks! They must have been created by the devil, cause no God of mine would mark my body with humiliating lines as a reminder of my increasing age and size.On the other hand.... I have also gained a husband.... a bigger family.... a new appreciation for the outdoors.... a love of my curly hair.... and much more. And with all that... I except my new body, I except my gray hairs and striped legs. Now if I could only find some stretch jeans.
2010
