I was going through some old clothes the other day and realised how long I've been fat, I mean truly. I have clothes from when I was 16 that are a size 18. For years and years I was a size 18, and I thought it to be perfectly normal. Then when I hit 20 I went up to a size 20, almost a 22 and even then I didn't really feel fat. I mean, I knew that I was over weight, it was a constant knawing, biting, crawling knowledge in the back of my head, but in my mind I never envisioned myself as obese. I guess it's just because of my over-active imagination, because in my head I've always been Hermione or Anita Blake, or Elizabeth Bennet. But now, here I am, sitting in my own body, being my own person, and I'm finally sorting my own life out rather than just living lots of imaginary lives. That bodes well for the future I think, I hope.