wedding

I stood in front of a three way mirror. Staring at myself in what I believed was the least flattering color on me ever, I couldn’t even pull the sample dress up over my body. Tears came pouring down, and I quickly had an array of emotions and thoughts going through my head.  I had just spent an entire year battling anorexia. This dress fitting happened to have taken place as the pendulum swung the other way–I was overweight. The skinny ass girl who was helping me pulled out her measuring tape, and started wrapping it around different parts of my body. As if thatRead More →