i'm thinking about how fat i've gotten from the past couple of days alone.
i know. this is supposed to be a moment of pure crisis. i have things that are massively at stake. and all i can think about is my appearance?
i have a belly. the kind that you can poke with an index finger and have the flesh feel all gushy and fluid under your finger.
when did this happen?
i hate being squishy.
but at the same time, screw vanity for the rest of today! this belly of mine will only get worse before it gets better. i'm a-getting wasted tonight and am gonna drink as much as i can until my belly is to bursting. and then tomorrow i can worry about getting rid of this pilsbury dough squishiness.
cheers.
2 comments:
Stay strong!
Where did you get my picture, woman?
I am with you, though --- since my c-section, I've developed a most distressing "poon flap" kind of belly, and I know I should be working in it, but it is so depressing to contemplate...
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