We went out shopping for New Clothes today since most of my old ones look like a potato sack on me now and umm last time (last winter, actually) we went shopping for jeans I had to get a size 37 (like, idk what measurement system that shop uses ok, it said size 37) and this time I fit in a size 33 (my waist is currently 66-68cm i think so thats a UK size 8 maybe?).
And Boy.
Lemme tell ya.
I feel like I have to mention every time that I hate that I care about my weight but…
In my 25 years of life, this was the first time ever I went into a fitting room and did NOT come out feeling like I just want to cry and never leave my house again.
Pass Through Fire 