every monday, it seems...that without fail i require myself to look only for particularly blouson shirts; mimicking the way i feel i look. get it: muffin top. like the weekend took its toll; rendering my body extra GINORMOUS. next time, as i say; i will apply the pizza directly to my thighs.
the point of this post is yet to be determined.
maybe someone identifies with this feeling. maybe my body image has morphed and i stand alone. maybe some fine day i will decide to add some pics; a few to include the standard monday uniform. alternatively, maybe i will make this an ultra drab space, the kind filled with words for which you can paint the picture. i find one more entertaining than the other, but i doubt you agree.
