I’m just going to walk upright. More straight. That’s it. Not too stiff. Just straight. Ugh! Now I look like an overweight ostrich. I swear I had a neck last week. I think it’s moved up into my now forming double chin. So perhaps I’m NOT getting fatter. I’m just……moving. UGH! I’m a continental drift! That seems reasonable considering that my boobs were once upright and in place. My butt had some firmness to it too! Oh God! Where’s my ass?!?
I don’t think I ever really appreciated my young body. I stare at myself in the mirror. Maybe it’s this shirt that makes me look pregnant. I take it off. Nope. It wasn’t the shirt. Are those stretch marks? An ex-boyfriend once said, “No baby, it’s fine. You’re thick. Thick’s good.” I slowly turn to him, “Really? THICK is good?” “Well…..yeah?” Did he just put a question mark on that?!? This might explain why he’s an ex.
People always say to love yourself. What is love? According to Wiki, “Love is a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes that range from interpersonal affection to pleasure.” Is this what I have with food? Perhaps. I think the band Whitesnake got it right when they asked, “Is this love?” Is it what I’ve been searching for or am I dreaming? This must be love ’cause it’s really got a hold on me. Food, you really do. Maybe we really need to see less of each other. Before we do though, how about one last rodeo?
Ahh…hello cinnamon roll. Let’s heat you up a bit and make you feel warm and toasty. I know you will repay the favor evenly.