:-(

Just when I was beginning to accept myself and be okay with the size I am now (okay as in not hating my body but learning to love it and to be patient with it), I spent the day with a friend who brought along her friend…who happens to be a model. <SIGH>

Seriously, this girl had perrrfect skin (no blemishes, no stretchmarks, no visible pores) and her legs (she was wearing a very short skirt) were amazingly long, lean, and toned. They looked like gymnasts’ legs (not the regular gymnasts but the rhythmic gymnasts who dance around with the balls, hoops, and ribbons…and who have legs that never seem to end). Basically her body was to die for and I was so depressed afterwards because I felt like no matter what I did/do, mine will never be like hers. Ever. Even if I miraculously lost all my extra weight, I still have all the stretchmarks and cellulite and horrendous pores to contend with. It was just sad.

And need I mention she ate enough calories in one meal to last me two days? Apparently she is one of those people who can eat anything she wants and still stay skinny. Such is life I guess. Some people just have all the luck.