I never imagine my size as what I truely am. My fiend Alma is a gorgeous latina with some serious hips and ass. I don't see myself that much bigger than her aside from my belly but in reality I wear a pant size 10, shirt l and she wears a size 4 pant, shirt xs.
I was feeling confident about my outfit today- black fitted pants with a pink thin sweater. When I saw my reflection in the mirror at dinner I felt ashamed.
Why is it so hard to be happy with myself?
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