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Colour me amazed

I'm currently packing, and as I'm going through my clothes I'm trying a lot of it on to see if it still fits me. That way I only have to worry about packing the clothes that I'm going to keep and I'm going to donate the rest to Lifeline.

Now, there's a few pieces of clothing that I'm only keeping for sentimental reasons. These include clothing that I got while I was over in Canada in grade 8 (I was 13 at the time) for the family holiday, and clothing I got the year after I finished high school while I was in Canberra in the Defence Forces (and as a result, the fittest I have ever been in my life). However, I decided to try them on anyway.

They fit!

Wow. I hadn't realised I was doing that well. I feel good.

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Apr. 2nd, 2007 09:14 am (UTC)
Congrats!
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I wake in vain
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I wake in vain
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Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
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