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Last night Bff and I had a great time. Wendy's afterwork event was pretty nice and I'm considering doing it for my bday next week. We'll see. I've realized that I was really tripping in the past about my body. Sure I could drop some weight but I still have my shape. Wendy surprised me when she playfully slapped my thigh and said I still have the curves in the right places but now I'm a big titty gyal. My ensemble was something I'd wear in hs. Gray slacks, heels and a fitted sweater. I was never the sneakers and jeans type. I think it was Mr West who first pointed it out that I'm smaller than I think and made me look at myself differently. The mind plays tricks on you and it's so funny how a shift in confidence can make or break you. It wasn't just body image though.Feeling unaccomplished back then also played on my emotions. No one seems to understand how having money and a business was well and good but not enough. I don't think I've ever felt more fulfilled than being in school and proving to myself that I am capable of doing my absolute best and it shows in my walk. I'm holding it down. I'm implementing a no drinking rule for a few months. Eh. I had about 2 $5 patron shots and 4 glasses of Chardonnay or maybe 5. I got on the dance floor and dropped it of course. That's how you know. One of these days I won't come back up, lol.Eh. Let me not forget about the jackass who kept running his mouth because I turned him down for a dance. Hilarity. When do guys reach a point where they take rejection like a man and not act like a bitch? Wendy put him in his place before I got at him. So immature. Bff was ready to handle his ass but we stay civilized and ignore foolishness.