Once upon a time... no, wait ... it was a dark and stormy night
Blatherings
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| the shallow side |
I heard so million times last night how good I’m looking. It was actually getting a little hard to bear. I’ve barely done anything in the last two months although in the last month I feel like I’ve become hot – I don’t mean to brag here, it has actually been a little strange ‘cause it was so out of no where. S and I went shopping for clothes for the release party and it went well – my porn sized tits make it hard to find a lot of things that fit, but there was only one store we went to (out of many) that made me hate my body – their sizes were very strange and hard on the ol’ ego. We wound up at Deluxe which specializes in Rockabilly accoutrements and I picked up a couple tops and a sweet little skirt. I know I looked good, but after a while last night it just seemed like I didn’t exist anymore, it was just my body. ffice In the end of course, all the attention made me hate my body. I went to the gm today after work and it actually didn’t help. I felt fat and slow and weak and uncoordinated. I spent the entire time chanting that to solve the fat/weak problem, all I have to do is keep coming back.
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29.3.06 08:32
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