Friends...how many of us have them!

Friends...ones we can depend on! *cuts music*

I know my friends and maybe that is because there are only a handful of them. I love them dearly but let me tell you who my friends are not:

1. The scale - I should have known when it tried to make me feel dumb when I had to set it up but now I'm convinced it lies to me. Sometimes it does it to make me feel better, sometimes to make me feel worse but I can't believe that after eating a twix, "chips" and drinking 12oz of wasikoki that I lost weight

2. Most clothing designers - I don't know what committee came together to make the decisions but I would like to state for the record that there are sizes between juniors and plus size that people need. Having large breasts does not mean I have a protruding stomach and want to wear a potato sack. I don't need extra room in the stomach when I buy my pants, I need extra room in the thighs for goodness sake! If I wear an XL in the torso of the shirt why would my armholes be the same size as the person in an XS?!?! Really people - lets think some?!

3. Marketing Professionals - now the good thing here is that I'm generally not affected but am I the only one who realized that 90% of commercials and billboards are about fattening foods? I've yet to see someone advertise that they are decreasing their portion sizes to help fight the urge to over-indulge...

4. Quick weight loss solutions - this is not their fault but really I want to punch them. How am I supposed to stay focused on my new healthy lifestyles if you keep flashing your easy ways for me to get skinnier?!? Hunh?

5. Low self esteem plus size shoppers - anyone who knows me will tell you that the only problem with self esteem I have is that I have too much of it. So maybe I just don't get it... Never have I walked into a store for plus size women (12+) and declared war on other people. So can someone please tell me why no matter where I am or what store I go to why women in these stores seem to cut me with their eyes and become rude or mean to me? I can fit some of the clothes just like you. I'd like not to be ostersized just like you but yet you treat me like I'm a top dollar hoe trying to steal your man. Can't we all just get along?

I'm sure there are others who aren't my friends but I'll let them stay covert for now...But I'm on to you, like a fat kid on a sofa when playing wii.