Tonight, Des and I sat on her bed and sifted through boxes of college photos, squealing with delight as we traded pile after pile. Our giddy chatter went something like this:

“Remember this guy?”

“Ew, gross!”

“Oh my God, what were we wearing?”

“We were so cute!”

“We were so cute!”

“We were so cute!”

“We were so … SKINNY!”

She let me take home a few photos to post on my magnetic bulletin board as a friendly reminder that I can have my old sexy coat-rack-like body if I just try.

Right now, I feel more like this: