Ravings of a Textual Deviant

Over the past month or so, my weight has finally(!) stabilized, and I’m able to eat most of the time, even with things being as stressful as they are at the moment. I have lost about 70 pounds, and I’m starting to get some serious muscle tone, especially in my core. A few months ago, I thought I had hit my “final destination” at a size 2. However, those pants from late July are now distinctly loose about the waist—not wardrobe-malfunction loose, but quite roomy nonetheless. Ever mindful of another potential incident, I decided to try on something smaller. So, I hit the stores and start looking around for a size 1.

There weren’t any.

The next size down is a size 0. I’ve never been than small; not even when I was in college. I started thinking, what the hell is that? Size 0? That means there’s nothing there. And I need a size 0 short, which is less than nothing? I don’t want to be less than nothing! I may not have been healthy or comfortable as a size 16, but at least I had substance. And paying for less than nothing? That’s just stupid. They should pay me to take them.

Needless to say, I left the store without pants. Well, other than the ones I was wearing when I went in. It wasn’t that much of a crisis.

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