Tomorrow Rachel and I are driving up to Tucson to go shopping in the malls there. She sent me the links to the two malls and so I started looking online at the stores in order to try and find clothes ahead of time that I am interested in looking at. My enthusiasm for the shopping trip is quickly decreasing, as well as my excitement about going home.
I do need some new clothes, and I do like going home and seeing my friends and family, but both things truthfully make me feel�.well, fat. The clothes always seem made for stick-limbed, skinny people and don’t fit me correctly. My arms are too big, my shoulders too wide, or my hips are too large. Around most of my friends who are girls I feel like a big, stocky football player because they are a few inches to a head shorter and smaller than me. I am the shortest person in my family and at home I feel like a short, stocky football player when I stand next to everyone. It really got to me over Columbus Day when I was home for the weekend, as it does every time I go home and am around my tall, skinny family.
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