Oh girl. Girl. I’m feeling your pain. Seriously. It’s so obvious that you’re hurting over this divorce with that stupid, stupid Peter Facinelli, and unlike some other blogs that’ve run these photos, I don’t think you’re losing this weight as a “Hey, watch me turn over a new leaf and look all good and stuff as revenge against my ex-husband,” because I just know that you’re all torn up about this divorce. It shows in everything you’ve done and in every public statement you’ve made since Peter basically announced that he was sick of your ass and moving on to different things.
See, one time I dated this real, real big dick of a guy, and I was just so stressed out all the time. Seriously. I let this dude get the best of my self-esteem and my trust, and it just resulted in a nervous stomach, sleepless nights, and an eventual loss of twenty pounds that I kind of needed to be considered in the lower part of that “healthy” weight range bracket thing. I finally separated myself from the situation, and girl, it was a long time ago (ten years, believe it or not), but I still haven’t forgotten how to recognize a lady going through the same kind of situation.
Chin up, Jennie. Like everything else, this’ll pass, too.