God...
So. I'm packing to go to my Grandparent's house for Thanksgiving and I'm my mom says to pack something nice. I think about my old 8th grade dance dress. It's a gorgeous dress, no doubt about it, and I actually look halfway decent in it, maybe even a little bit pretty, but it's snug on me. My mom days it's too small, but I say that it's not that it's too small for me, it's that I'm too fat for it. It's not like it's hanging in the middle of my thighs, it's below my knees like it's supposed to be. My mom said that I've grown, but I can challenge her on that. I grown ¼ of an inch since 8th grade. Hell, I think I actually haven't grown at ALL since 8th grade. She thinks I've grown with my height, but in reality, I've grown from my length and width. I'm wider and fatter. That's why it's not fitting.
If you think about it, you could say that I've grown a bit...
But still thinking about ot is giving me the low self confidence. T^T
