I’m Ordering A ‘Good Fat-Arms’ Day From The Universe…
I want to go out on the 29th and wear a sexy sleeveless dress, I don’t want to have to cover my arms and effectively, the dress, unless it’s because it’s freezing cold outside. I really want a good fat-arms day/night.
My arms are the biggest they have ever been right now, even though I’m not at my biggest. It’s strange looking at them in the mirror. They don’t ‘feel’ that big, is what crosses my mind. Am I being silly? Because I didn’t notice them growing, or cared that they were. But here they are. Hello. How are you arms? Is your visit business or pleasure? lol
Obviously I’d like the acceptance and freedom of fat-arm anxiety to be permanent, but the battle I feel will rage on for a while. I just request a freedom pass for the 29th.