I just took out the measuring tape to check my waist size. 26 and 3/4 inches. Despite complaining in public about losing weight because I can't eat (just got braces), I secretly enjoy my forced dieting.
Since entering my 30's, the end of the most celebrated age (20's) had gotten me down. To add insult to injury, I could no longer eat what I wanted. Well, better put, I could no longer pig out on carbs. I knew it was my last hurrah when I made apple pies almost weekly for 2 years and had them for breakfast. Jealous co-workers who were older than me had always told me that when I got older my metabolism would slow down and it would all catch up to me.
It caught up to me. In the form of 2 inches. I used to be 25 inches around my waist in high school. Some thought I was too thin. But boys liked me. I got the reassurance I needed. Besides, I was naturally thin. I never tried to stay thin or loose weight. I was a vegetarian and naturally a size 3.
I mention my weight because it is all related. All of it relates to my beauty. My perception of beauty. Not reality, just perception. That is all it takes really.
So my latest drama is getting braces. I'm 30 something, and I decided to do something I hadn't ever thought about in a serious way.
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