Freshman year I stole a pair of my (bitch of a) roommate’s jeans, because mine were still wet from the crappy dryers and I needed to go somewhere. They fit like a glove, and after wearing them a few hours, even got loose.

A year later, I could hardly button them this afternoon.

This is my ah-ha moment. I have put on at least ten pounds in the last year. And no, that doesn’t seem like a lot of weight if we are talking about the bigger (no pun intended) picture of “over-weight”. But as a kid, I was alwaysoverweight at 135. I don’t know what skinny feels like, and that’s okay. I love my curves. But when they went from hourglass to pear, it was a sneak attack.

Fat is a fucking ninja, everyone.

That’s exactly what it is. Solid body fat. And that’s worse than just gaining ten pounds and being “firm” as some women are, or having “muscle fat”. No. Mine is justextra.

There are a lot of ways to diet, exercise, and an endless supply of magazine articles telling you how to “lose five pounds this week!”. I’m not sure which ones to try, or which ones work, but I need to start somewhere.

I am not doing this to please you. I am not doing this to please men, or women, or because my roommate looks better in a bikini than I do. I am doing this because I no longer feel comfortable in my own skin, and I am the only one who can do something about it.

I am going to get my curves back, and own the shit out of them again, all the while journaling my progress on tumblr, maybe even youtube if I get daring enough. And I want your suggestions, support, and criticisms.