Right. That's what it is. No, it's not those M&M's you had for breakfast and that Queso you had for lunch. No, it is the company that manufactures clothing, for some unexplainable reason, that has all of their sizing completely and mathematically wrong. No, not you. Hush.
Denial is a happy place. In Denial-land, I am skinny (a size 4, if you must know--see that's not asking too much), I only eat 1300 calories a day (that extra stuff doesn't count), my house is clean and we have tons of extra cash. Hooray! I love it here. Here is a picture of me in denial-land:
Yesterday morning was another eye-opener for me. A bunch of girls went to eat breakfast to celebrate a birthday for this really nice girl and as I looked around I realized,"All of my friends are so skinny. All of them." I mean they look so great and, oh yeah, the company that makes my jeans: their sizing is off (just so you know).
(PS--aren't these jeans cute? Rock & Republic. A mere $216.00)
(Also--this post is not allowing comments and I don't know how to fix it...anyone else know how I can fix this? Just leave me a comment. Hee hee. Seriously, though, I don't know what's going on.)
