<human>: So when I graduated from the 8th grade, my middle school distributed matching T-Shirts to the entire class as a sort of parting gift. Now I was about 5'10 or 5'11 and pushing 250lbs. I wore a 2XL but when I look back at old pictures, I probably should have worn a 3XL. When I got my shirt, I was told that the biggest size they had was a large. The thing wouldn't even fit over my body, so I had to just stick my neck through it and wear it like a scarf-type thing for the day. I ballooned up to 290lbs at 6'3 since then, and the shirt has been living in the back of my closet for years. I clawed my way to 199lbs much more recently though. To get to the point, I got my clothes together for laundry today, and after looking around for something clean to wear for the day, I came across the shirt and my curiosity got the better of me. I tried it on in the mirror, and lo and behold, it fit! It fucking fit! I'm not usually very emotional, but I just couldn't stop thinking about trying so many times (and failing) to lose weight in middle school. How convinced I was that I'd never be able to wear something that small, and that it was nothing but a keepsake. It felt so good y'know? Making it as far as I have, even though I have a bit farther to go. But I think I'll savor this. Hell, I've been wearing the darn thing all day and even as I type this.

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<bot>: Tried on a shirt I got from my middle school 3 1/2 years ago for graduating. Finally fits nicely after I couldn't even put it on back then. Got emotional