Since about this time last year, I've lost at least 16 pounds. ...And gotten a waist and more cleavage and whatnot. Maybe that is why this morning when I walked into my mom's room she looked at me and asked, "Are you wearing spanx??" (In case you are wondering, spanx are extremely tight stretchy pieces of clothing that are supposed to make you look smooth.)
Why, no, I was/am not wearing spanx, I told her. "But you look so flat!" Mom remarked as she stared at me for a while until it got quite awkward and I walked downstairs. Am I wearing spanx? That's actually rather flattering! I looked in the mirror, thinking about this and noticing that I do, in fact, look significantly more attractive and thinner than last year.
A couple days ago I was comparing my two ID cards. My seventh grade one was horrendous, especially compared to this year's picture, being the best school picture I've ever had. I was showing the two cards to my friend Blake when he exclaimed, "How can you be so freaking beautiful??!?!" This made my entire day. It seems I've had a vast improvement appearance wise.
And you know what? I'm happier, too.