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Monday, September 10, 2007
babibats Aiya my biggest nightmare is coming true. My stomach is bigger than my breasts and i'm not exaggerating. You're thinking, how's that possible? But i tell you it's true. Don't expect me to provide pictorial evidence unless you want to be bulimic and start vomiting out you last meal. And next time you see me, don't talk to my stomach okay. It will cry. When i sit down and slouch, the newly-acquired tummy roll sticks out prominently like some distinguished guest in a conference. I imagine taking a garden cutter and trimming it off my girth. It's okay, the wounds will heal. Scars will form. But no longer will i have a roll of blubber. I should start worshipping Nicole Richie all over again. fara // 22:03 |