This is me, in June of 2004 at my older brother’s wedding. I found the picture on their mantel the other day and gasped when I saw it. I didn’t recognize the girl that I was looking at. It’s hard to remember what it was like at that weight. But that bridesmaids dress was a size 22 or 24, and I had to get a waist cincher in order to fit into it, because from the time I had gotten fit for it and ordered it months before until the weeks before the wedding, I had gained more weight, and the top of the dress wasn’t going to fit unless I had some sucking in power to hold me all night.
I will never be her again.
For contrast, this picture was taken last Saturday night at my Friend’s going away party, before I left to meet up with The Man From Brazil. It is one of only 3 photos that prove I was actually at the bar for the party! 🙂
Fabulous little orange print dress from Victoria’s Secret: Size M.
Behold, the power of running, eating right and a strong will!
Edit: No, I wasn’t drunk, or sunburned. Not sure why my nose is so red. Weird.
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