Before I die, I want to fit myself into my old twirling uniform(s) AND they fit! I want to have the confidence to walk in public in a two peice swimsuit again What I want to do is get the outside me to match the inside me. To have that skinny girl that is trapped inside this fat chic quit screaming for cookies and just come on out and be skinny.
I can remember ‘feeling’ fat back when I wore my skin tight twirling uniforms, and size 4, two peice suits. Why? I had no belly hang, no flabby arms, my legs did not have ‘middle parts’. But I had curves and my ribs did not poke out like my friends shaped like boys, so to me I saw fat. Oh oh oh how I want to be that fat again.