Herself knows she's a tad chunkier than she has been in the past; she has fallen off the exercise wagon somewhat of late while simultaneously stress-consuming a variety of nonessential calories, and is now paying the price. She finds at the moment that there's rather more middle and thigh present than she would like to have, and also a bit more cleavage (not necessarily a bad thing, of course, but oftentimes difficult to dress properly). She is working on improving the situation. Better diet, more exercise. It is tricky, as always.
With the advent of winter, she requires proper pants to keep her warm while exercising. She dragged her feet through the store, dreading the dressing room; she is slave, as always, to the printed sizes in the clothing. Miracle of miracles - she still properly wears the small size pants; mediums were, in fact, too big. I could almost hear her thoughts as she realized that all was not as terrible as she'd feared: STILL SMALL! I WIN!
She will not rest on the laurels of this pants-victory, for she knows that she is still a half-cookie away from being a Fat Girl. She is motivated, though, to keep in the smalls. And so, she shall try, try again.
Draw me like one of your French girls.
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