It's been fun. But I think that it is time for our relationship to end. See, when I met you, I was at a very, shall we say, big point in my life. You were there when I needed you, covering all of the things that needed to be covered, and making some attempt to hide my flaws. You were a constant companion, going with me from here to there and back again. You went above and beyond the call of duty, getting up early, and staying up late, constantly covering my rear.
But things have changed. You may have noticed that there is less of me than there used to be. But the more I changed, the more you stayed the same, and now, you are just a roomy reminder of what I used to be. And so, I am cleaning out my closet, and you need to find another place to live. Not because of anything you have done, or more to the point have not done, but because at this point your continued presence in my life is not a good thing. You are not the right thing to wear now- I am looking better, and you hide that. And fitting in you again is not a part of my future- my weight is going in only one direction, and it is away from you.
This being said, it is kind of hard to leave you behind. You were a part of so many good moments, and I consider you to be a dear friend. But, keeping you in my life is almost a permission slip to behave in ways that I no longer want to, knowing that you will be there to bail me out when the weight comes back (as it has so many other times). I can not give myself permission to fall off the wagon again. There is just too much at stake. And I am sure that you would not be all that happy relegated to the dark recesses of a crowded closet. And so, for both of our sakes, I am sending you away.
Rest assured, you will not be forgotten- there are many pictures documenting our relationship, and I will look back on our time together fondly. But I have new friends now, ones that are supporting me in a way that you can't. You will make new friends too- the donation bag is a chance for you to find a body fit to wear you.
I have to go now, before I lose my resolve, and you return to my closet. Thank-you for everything.
Best Wishes in Your Future,
Danni
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