I'm really not. Nor will I ever probably be. At least not in jeans.Yet the label in this dress says 10. I never expected to get into it. Ever. But just for a laugh thought I'd try. It's a tea dress after all, and I'm a sucker for a vintage frock.
The zip did up. The boobs stay in. All in all a success. My thinking is that it was miss-labelled. Now I just need somewhere to wear it....
In other news I've not been near a set of scales in a month. Which is good. I'm not stressing about what I eat. Or don't eat. I'm actually living. My neuroses have taken a back seat for now. I'm happy. For now.
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