Monday, October 01, 2007

Diet Coke and A Pizza Please

Your obsession with weight is nothing new.

Everyone who knows you will vouch for it. Heck, you even started drinking laxatives with mummy dearest when you are like 14. So, go figure !

You are fat, therefore you fret. Yup, that basically explains it all.

Usually your level of fat-induced paranoia is in a deluded stage aka it's-okay-ed-ur-fat-but-ur-cute-that-way but these days, you’re just sick of tapping into the niche market again and again and again.

You are no circus freak, so why obscure yourself to such runway, you questioned. And you are right. You shouldn’t.

You should strive to do mass catering. Of the crassier kind, of course.

You should. You oughta. You need to.

For having “baby” fats when you are in your early teens is cute.

Early twenties forgiveable.

And fucken suicidal when you are a cock and two balls away from the big 30.

Big girl, you are beautiful.

*screeching sounds*

Not.

4 Comments:

Blogger mikey said...

Well...accepting yourself as who you are is difficult...accepting others critical judgement on us is not easy as well. So to HELL with weight I would say!

1:00 PM  
Blogger Ry said...

you know, with your 'disposable income' i reckon you liposuction.

go suck em all...

1:51 PM  
Blogger drownedglass said...

Awww... you're not exactly Edna Turnblad, you know. You could do the whole hyper cardio thing, have one kiwi and half a glass of milk for meals, drink kam fei cha by the potloads, if you want.

Or you could have a piece of fried chicken on me.

6:08 PM  
Blogger darn ed said...

mikey : cannot cannot, i need to be determine ! yar, i willing digging me grave here ..

joery : what 'disposable income' ? disposable lard i have la !!! sungguh ...

wshiong : ya allah, flied chicken ? ur baaaaaad influence nie... sungguh again !

9:20 PM  

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