Once upon a time
there was a girl named Mandy
She used to be hawt
Pretty popular
in high school – taking into
consideration…
…that high school was small
SO small that everyone knew
everyone and that…
…everyone was friends
HOWEVER, that tiny class
stroked my wee ego
Come voting time for
the senior year book, I was
nominated for…
…”Most school spirit” (Rah!)
and “Best figure or physique”
ha! ha! ha! ha! HA!!!
OH, if they could see
what I’ve allowed myself to
become – it’s so sad
I sometimes wonder
what the boys who were part of
the Prom Courts with me…
…would think of my poor
FUTURE self – the one in which
I let myself go
There are certainly
no awards for “Most Weight Gain”
or “Crappiest Mood”
Anytime a trip
back “home” presents itself, I
am riddled with fear
What if I bump in-
to someone I used to know?
Wonder what they’d think?
I count my lucky
stars that there was no ten year
class reunion – whew!
I realize that
I am pathetic and need
to get off my butt…
…the butt that right now
is parked in this chair – all the
easier to blog
I know that I am
a wiser, more mature gal
than I was back then
I understand that
it is what is INSIDE that
matters – I get that
I just wish I knew
back then to appreciate
the shell whilst I could.
These pants were a size ZERO - I wish I were kidding
See? All about the SPIRIT
The good ole’ days……
I can’t believe there was really a “Best figure or physique” category…….in high school I won best dressed (which totally wouldn’t apply now), and class clown!
I forgot about it really until I read your post
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I was a size 12 in highschool and hated my weight. Thing was I was super involved, in honors classes andmusical and choir and played soccer year round. I looked good in a 12 and I let people make me think I was fat cause it was trendy to be asize 2. Now I’ve let myself go and I’m in a 16 and about 50 pounds heavier than I was in highscool and I’ve also learned the difference between thinking you’re too fat and actually being too fat. I’ll be happy if I can get back to a 12 again by next April when we have a trip back to the states (I immigrated to Belgium 8 months ago…talk about a good way to avoid old friends from highschool)
Don’t be so hard on yourself. You are a beautiful person!
I was the opposite of popular and was nominated as a complete joke – Most Likely to Live the Longest because I really wasn’t. I’m still here, but I haven’t been back. I bet you’ve got it going on a lot more than you think.
I understand completely.
I went to my 10 year highschool reunion 25 pounds heavier than I had been in school.
Guess what?
Pretty much everyone else was just as much bigger, or if they weren’t they had;
a. lost their hair
b. gone into some really cheesy line of work
c. or had serious plastic surgery in contemplation of the reunion.
I felt so much better about being bigger after I went.
I love you, Mandy!
Love, love, love you! You’re awesome! Head to toe!
There’s nothing stopping you, but sacrifice.
I understand completely. Getting started is killer, but good results come in as little as four weeks.
I won’t allow you to hate yourself. Nor do I treasure the thought of you fearing visits home. I want you to instead plant seeds of, “I wonder what she’s doing, she looks so great!” in the mind’s of people when they see you again. Go ahead and be hard on yourself. No one is going to do it for you. Don’t let anyone pull you down when you want to make a change for the better. You have to do it. What are your alternatives?
Best figure? Really? I went to an all girls’ school, so that certainly would’ve made the uber feminist nuns go mad. They would NEVER allow that one. We had a 10 year, and I was amazed at how little some had changed and how, despite my spanx, how fat I felt.