why I think I'm fat. I look at pictures of myself from last year (where I was either the weight I am right now or just a bit less) and I honestly don't get it. If the camera adds ten pounds (whether that's true or not is a whole other kettle of fish), then I actually don't look as bad as I thought. Now, in my family, the weight goes all over the place and not just one specific area of the body. I look like I have some curves (which I do) and that I'm broad-shouldered and built stocky (thank you German heritage!).
On the bright side, at least I haven't gained more weight. Something's going right.
If I was a betting woman, it would be that I drink water now.
I love how despite my thoughts, there is overwhelming evidence to the contrary. Gotta love perspective.
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