Communal change rooms at a clothing sale. I’m squeezing into a size 12 skirt. This is not the body I know. Go home, determined to go for a run, I’m pulling on my work out tights. They are so tight it hurts – damn it, size 8. I take then off, I’ll need to buy a larger pair of tights. Motivation squandered.
15 years ago
4 comments:
now that is side-splittingly funny. Sorry!
That's okay, I've often rued my belt. 'Let me free, you fake-leather beast!'
Thanks a lot Cibby :-(
I know there is a humorous side to it :-P
damn, how often do you post? Everytime I load your page, there's another post...
hehehe... I'm online all day...
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