there's a lot of heartbreak going around

is it some kind of strange narcissistic thing that makes me feel sort of overjoyed that i wear size small tops? like, i've always been a medium. but today i bought a lot of smalls that fit a lot better. i was thinking today.. they couldn't think of anything better than "small, medium, and large"? starbucks has it right. i mean, some girls that have to buy x-larges, i would not call them "extra large" girls. i mean, they're probably pretty overweight but damn would it be discouraging to know that you're "extra large." and like, i don't really think that i am a small girl. i'm short but not really small. but that's probably just my insecurities talking; i guess some would beg to differ; blake always says how tiny i am. over the past few years, i've become increasingly more aware of my body. every day it takes me half an hour to put together an outfit, most of it spent just looking in the mirror, and i think i'm always much too conscious of my posture than any person should be... i should really just loosen up.



i guess on that note, i've almost gained my appetite back today. maybe that means i'm done being depressed? in mrs. harris' room, my eyes wandered upon one of those laminated inspirational signs and it said, "you're never as strong as you are as when you forgive." maybe i really do just have to forgive and forget.