I am here with the boys in New Mexico, in the city I grew up in. This afternoon, I took my dad to the Dr. to have his blood checked. In the waiting room was a girl I went to school with many moons ago. Let me preface this that I have prayed several times throughout this trip that I wouldn't run in to anyone I knew. Anyway, she keeps looking at me, and when they called her daughter into the back, she comes over to me, asking if she knew me. I said she looked familiar and then she asks if I am (name withheld). I told her no, and then said my name. She had an oh yeah moment, and then went into the back.
Why does this bother me, you ask? The girl she thought I was, was the "Chubby Girl" from school. I know I look like crap, but I really hate being reminded of it. It makes me want to hide out here in the house until it's time to go home. It isn't fun to see people who remember you one way, when you look so different. I hate it! And I really hate me!