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I went to town the other day and as I stood in front of a store, looking at my reflection in the large glass windows I was kind of shocked. 

 In my little sisters skinny jeans, with high heeled boots and my baggy Indian top There were no rolls of fat, no cellulite bumps. I couldn't see the streak of fat that always escapes the underside of underwear. I could stand with my feet shoulder-width apart and I could see through my thighs. My arms looked thin and when I walked I didn't look like a school mascot in a bulky costume they weren't allowed to take off. I looked graceful and tall...

I wanted to break down and cry because for the first time in months I didn't feel like the cow I am.