Last night, I stepped out of my comfort zone. I attended a tweetup. Yep, a meetup of local Twitter ladies. I had a blast.
- thanks Mother Tongue for the picture!
(Hi SkinnyEmmie and Mother Tongue!)
I just about fell out when I saw this picture on Twitter.
I don’t look fat.
I mean, I understand that I take pictures every day. I can see the difference today from February. You all keep telling me how I look. But when I’m with other people? In real light? With other people’s camera? When Nathan’s not using his arms-length voodoo to make me look my best?
Yeah. I didn’t look fat. I don’t look fat.
And that’s still strange to me.
You look absolutely radiant! I am so proud of you!
Your pictures lately are truly amazing. I’m glad you see it now too :)
You don’t look fat because you aren’t fat! Ok, so maybe you think you’re fat, I get it- no right for me to say one way or the other. But you definitley aren’t someone I met and thought about was heavy at all. All the pictures with you in them look fabulous, and you should be so happy with how far you’ve come. Feel good in your skin girl, it looks good on you!
Girl, you look fantastic! I was so glad we got to meet. :D