Excess Baggage...

Let me start off by saying that I'm very self conscious about 3 things in my life:

1. My weight
2. My height
3. My looks (I'm definitely not Sleeping Beauty--well, except for the sleeping part, I will probably get 10 hours of sleep tonight.)

Why do I bring all this excess baggage up? Well, it is my blog and all...and that my favorite pair of jeans that I've had since my senior year of college have finally bit the dust. I just replaced the zipper in them in December, so I'll keep them for old, but I can't wear them to class without getting a patch. Now, this does seem a bit fantastic for me, because it means I can legitimately go shopping for new clothes, it's also a bittersweet.

Bittersweet doesn't even sum it up right, shopping for jeans is torturous. My height combined with my weight make it hard to find a good fit. Let's start with my height first. While being 5 ft. 8 in. isn't so bad, the length of my legs are! I swear that sometimes I'll buy the tall and they'll still be too short! seriously. I've never actually measured my legs to see how long they are, but they're longer than my dad's and both of my brothers and they all tower over me. In fact, I have an old pair of my dad's jeans here (hey, they fit great because believe it or not, I have no ass--but I have a tummy) and they're a little short, but presentable.

Now, my weight is another story. I'm fat, I admit it. I would love to be the weight I was last year. I've already lost 15 pounds, just 10 more to go to get to last year's weight. I can't wait. But, I figure I could go even lower...it's just going to take a lot of hard work. Anyway, back to weight and jeans. Because I have a tummy and no ass, I have a bit of extra room in the butt area, making it sag and making it look like an elephant. Thus, I have to get jeans based on my thunder thighs...which is torture because the jeans end up being big everywhere but the thighs sometimes...

Well, I guess getting new jeans doesn't affect my looks, but I've been very self conscious about them lately, probably because I haven't been wearing my contacts or makeup because I've been busy. Eh, then again, I've been called everything from Shamu to Raingutternose by classmates in elementary and junior high school and my brothers claim I got smacked in the face with an ugly stick...that might have something to do with it, too.