Size is funny thing. And honestly, generally I think it shouldn't be commented on - that's the safest thing to do. However that exasperates me, because it's a fact of life that I'm skinnier than some people and wider than others. However, I'm still the stingy person who looks at an XX large and wonders why I have to pay the same price for about half the material, as I'm buying it in a small. Still, I can deal with it, and I think it's the best thing to do. Still, when I only have $10 left in my wallet, I wish it was otherwise.
So this year I've finally lost weight, and managed to keep it off. Hooray for me because I'm proud. But I'm annoyed because now my clothes don't fit me as well as they should, and I don't have the money to buy a new wardrobe. Ah. Life.
Today, as I complained about this, my mother told me "I look quite thin these days." I think she meant it as a compliment. But I find it hard to take it as one. Having watched friends turn anorexic, and hugging girls who are so bony you worry about bulimia, I don't find that 'skinny' is a compliment anymore. I've found that size tortures most people, and I find that I generally really don't care at all about what size people are. In fact so long as your hair isn't oily, you're not putting on a kilogram in make-up and you look generally clean, I'm pretty happy with hanging out with you.
