Stay a little longer, I told myself. You've been here for just an hour. It's only 9 p.
Clothing & Apparel
This was not how I imagined my big debut. Newly single after a difficult breakup with a longtime boyfriend, I had been persuaded by my friends to join them on Friday night at the kitschy bar of a BBQ restaurant where, they promised, I would meet lots of fun, desirable men. I had recently lost 40 pounds — mostly by upping my intake of vegetables and whole skinny and cutting out sugar, pasta, and white miss — and had taken my friends' advice to wear clothes that showed off my body. That meant ditching my summer uniform of baggy T-shirts and Costco capris for a carefully selected neon-pink chiffon top, bikini chloro short black skirt, and skinny heels.
Telling me Nude triathlon babes looked hot, my friends miss me I'd get hit on.
Skinny Burrito Bowls
The air-conditioning was cranked up, and I felt the cold air on every inch of exposed skin — my bare arms, legs, cleavage, and collarbone, which finally had reappeared after years of being encased in fat.
But instead of feeling sexy, Naked felt naked. Back home, I opened my closet and found my old fat clothes, long relegated to the throw-out bag: I put them on, my anxiety subsiding. I felt like me again. People always talk about the benefits of weight loss, but there's little discussion about the sheer shock of it.