Size Double O Demons

I am not the fattest person in the world. Yet, come Saturday night when I attend my sisters Bachlorette Party... I will feel like it. My dear bride-to-be sisiter is beautiful. She is in fantastic shape and she is tiny. She also has half a dozen girlfriends that match. I truly enjoy their company. They are each brilliant and funny. They are each kind and interesting. I just happen to feel like a beached whale in their compnay. And the thing is... I only care when I am standing next to a woman three dress sizes below me.

When I look at myself in the mirror I like my body. I can appreciate my big breasts that are in proportion with my hips, I like my small waist and slender ankles. When alone, I can fell confindent with the company of my reflection.

But, that same reflection haunts me while sitting slightly slumped over next to my size-double-zero sister and friends...

So I am trying to muster up the courage (without the help of alcohol) to feel fantastic in my own beautiful skin this weekend. I know I look "skinnier" when I have the confidence to sit up straight and truly move with my body instead of trying to fight it and convince it to be something else...

Prayers are welcome. I'll let you know how it goes.