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.
Thin-spo blogs need to stay on the opposite side of the line I’ve drawn in salt around me….
I Finally Bought Some Belts…
You know some beaches are really really wide and there’s tons of space before you actually get to the sea? Wells that’s the small of my back and my arse. I have a shelf as some of you have seen and so I’ve always thought wearing a belt would highlight the fact my back begins 15 minutes after you see the first tip of my arse. And not forgetting to mention that my tiny waist can be likened some what to the lost world of Atlantis, belts just get lost.
But with all that mushy self love and confidence you bitches radiate with your hotness, I’ve put my obscure ‘no belts’ reasoning on ice. I’ll post pics eventually, but I just thought I’d keep you up to date with what I deem as (personal) current global affairs.
Lots of love from your safe distance stalker,