This is not my size!

I stood standing in front of the mirror, tears fell from my eyes.

Who the hell was that?

This is not my size. I am not that big.

In my mind I am still sexy, thinner and actually look vibrant. But then again, if I really think about it, I am a bit tired, worn out if you will. Days fly by without any regard to how I am feeling or any care that I might need some time for me. Actually when you think of the big picture, when was the last time I actually paid attention to my diet, exercising, laughing and dancing like no one was watching.

Well hell! Bamm...I stand here now in front of a mirror, naked and looking at curves that are not sexy and have no business being on my body. Is this even considered a shape...this is not a shape..or if it is. its not one that I want to be.

I should have paid attention more, realized that my fat pants were now the pants that fit. I have been feeling a little down, sluggish and haven't had a real purpose for front in my mind. Damn it! This is not my size and I am not going to accept this as just is...we need to fix this.