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holy moly batman! i gained 10 pounds since last year! my friend minnie was asking me what kind of body she has. (this girl is a workoutaholic) i told her that she was my size. she didn’t agree. she said that she’s not "skinny". so then i told her that she’s a skinnier normal size. but forget about her… let’s talk about me!

she asked how much i weighed. i told her that i think i gained 7pounds. i explained that last year, before taking my meds, i was 95 pounds. i put her on hold to get the exact amount. one hundred-five lbs. holy cow!

minnie said that she hardly noticed it. however when i saw her last month, she noted that i looked like i gained weight and that she likes the fact that i have curves now and that i don’t have a boys body anymore.

my mom who has been asking me to give her "just 5 lbs" for her birthday and/or christmas present finally got her wish plus 5 more to boot! mother also likes my extra weight. but come on… i’m petite.

ten pounds on a tall girl can hardly be noticed as she has more body surface area for the 10 lbs to fill. i on the other hand do not. so what’s the outcome of this? well, let’s just say that i purchased these pants with buttons that snap and let’s just say that i’ve popped open the buttons unintentionally on more than one occasion.

and i can’t gain anymore weight. gaining weight means that i will no longer fit into my cloths. my jeans, suites, shorts … everything fits me just right. they are all petite 0 or 1 or size 24. buying new sizes gets really expensive. BUT these days i have to butter my butt just to get into some of my jeans !

oh and to make matters even worse, i’ve been wearing shorts lately with flat shoes, so the extra weight gives me the reality of having fatter thighs and the illusion of shorter legs. faaan - taaab - youuuu - luss!

BEFORE the 10 pounds:

AFTER the 10 pounds: