Weezer. Where do I even begin? The band that got me through some very horrible times in my life, which is why, despite whatever the rest of the world has to say about you, I will defend you until the end of the universe. Pinkerton, The Red Album, both blasting through the paper-thin walls of my old apartment, and on repeat. My throat continuously hoarse because of constantly screaming the lyrics to every song, much to my neighbor's displeasure. Driving Kyle insane with The Blue & Green album, until he finally broke down and bought me Maladriot, just to listen to something else. When everyone else cringed, I proudly bought Make Believe, Raditude, and Hurley. When I got to Death to False Metal and heard your cover of "Unbreak my heart", I fell in love all over again. 

So when Kyle bought me tickets to see my heroes on stage, in Canada, for the Second time, I was ecstatic. I never complain, but I am used to sitting in the nose-bleeds whenever we go to concerts. When we got into the venue (Ceaser's Windsor), we ended up being on the floor, second-row to the left of the stage. I was already freaking out because I could actually see them, then during "Keep Fishin'" Rivers came down with his guitar, looked around awkwardly, and then sat in a wheel chair and was pushed around through the crowd. If my arms were three times their size, I could have reached out and touched him. He is sooo tiny! 

You wouldn't recognize the girl in the above photo right away, but yes, that is me. I am not sure exactly when this was taken, but I really want to say sometime around 2005. I was over-weight, (I weighed around 165) and extremely unhappy with almost every aspect of my life. I was working at Mc Donald's, a job I hated and would stress me out so much to the point where I would hide in the bathroom and cry. This photo was taken right after my Grandpa had passed away, and the last time I had seen my Grandpa was that Easter. My dad drove both him and my Grandma up to my work to say hi to me before they went home because I could not get the day off so I worked all day instead of visiting with my family, and it was the last time I saw him. I couldn't quit my job because the only thing I had going for myself was my own apartment with Kyle. No job=no rent money. I hid myself in baggy jeans, I never wore shorts or skirts, and I never, ever went to the beach. I wore black a lot, and since we were broke, I ate most of my meals at work. At home, we ate a lot of mac & cheese and take-out because I didn't know how to cook .

Things turned around a little in 2006-2007. I finally quit Mc Donald's and got a job as a cashier at Best Buy. I also got a YMCA membership with Kyle and managed to lose a little of the weight. I started wearing hoodies form Victoria's secret because they covered me up but still felt "nicer" than the plain black ones. After six months, I got my current job at Vesco Oil. I stayed at 155 or so for a few years, still hiding in my hoodies. In 2008, my work held a wellness program where each member would weigh-in weekly on a scale. Whoever lost the most weight, won money at the end of the program, which lasted about 12 weeks. I had a goal of ten pounds, but I managed to lose twenty, putting me at 135. In 2009 I signed up again and lost another ten pounds. When I graduated from OCC, I weighed 120 pounds, pretty much what I looked like in the pictures below: