Best.

"I do the very best I know how - the very best I can; and I mean to keep on doing it until the end", Abraham Lincoln

The title of this post is Best. When I first typed it out, I mistakenly typed Beast. However, that is how I am feeling at this very moment.

I was at the birthday of one of my besties this past weekend. I bought a new outfit on Friday night - a pair of skinny black jeans and a cute tunic. I wore it with some platform booties I've been wanting to show-off and I left the house Saturday night feeling really hot (and slim).

This morning I take a look at the pics (posted on Facebook) and holy hannah! - I am a cow. I know, I know, I know, I know this is bad of me to talk this way - being I'm usually an optimist and all that crap, but bejeezus...I am portly. Or, more specifically, a port. A docking station? A station to dock port.

Now, I know I am a bigger gal. But what I usually see in the mirror and how that represents itself in pictures has usually been a disconnect for me. I may be large but I always feel that I dress well and look good. I still think I looked good on Saturday night and felt super hot. It was just jarring to see these pictures and feel bad about myself - especially, after feeling such a high.

In the end, it helps me realize and try to remember to keep on the good path.

The path to the docking station which houses skinny ports.

*hugs*