Bereanista

So in the last six or so months, I had been gaining weight. Now, if you have known me since childhood, your eyebrows would be understandably elevated. I have always been one of those skinny girls who eats whatever, whenever; one of those skinny girls forever standing before her mirror holding up and pushing up assorted body parts, imagining what she would look like when she finally grew some curves. I always thought weight gain would bring me some contentment- if I got a little more busty, or a little more hippy, I was sure I would finally be happy with my body. Sidebar: When I was growing up, they had not yet invented the thigh gap. Smh. When I got the chance to study abroad, I knew this would be my body breakthrough. No one lives in the UK for a year and comes back skinny, right? So, thrilled was I when finally, I could not wear size 10 trousers without a struggle; and thrilled I stayed when my shirts stretched out a little tighter upfront. I was still blissfully eating what...