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I've gotten so big that none of my clothes fit, and I'm in total denial about it! I insist that they all shrank in the wash, thanks to your poor laundry skills, but you swear up and down that that's not what happened, all the while teasing me that something happened--something BIG, at that, you just won't tell me what. I try on two tops, one tank top and one T-shirt, but neither can come all the way down past my belly, and the shirt even rips when I lift my arms, which I pretend not to notice. Then I try a pair of shorts I bought a size too big, but they don't even go up past my thighs! While the second pair does manage to pull on, I need your help to button them, but once the button is done, it pops right off! Embarrassed, I admit that I may have gained a bit of weight, and we decide to go to the mall to get me some new clothes--after we stop to get something to eat, of course. The birds were chirping EXTRA loud when I was recording this, and I am so sorry for it. I tried to cut out as many of them as I could and dropped the price a bit to reflect the issue.