Aug 12, 2004 13:53
I noticed a few weeks ago, that I had tiny stretch marks on my little pudge of a stomach. I had noticed dime size ones on my love handles...but....why?
Why, after all these years...they grow?
Why, after all these years, when I finally accept myself as a person fitted to be living here...they grow?
Why?
Sure, everyone has them...Women at the thighs, some breasts have them...so why should I worry? THEY'RE ON...MY....STOMACH!
To quote a favorite movie of mine:
"ERICA! I have them too! WE ALL HAVE THEM!"
"But Kim....They're growing!....."
A list.......
I wish my head wasn't so wide...
I wish my head was so wide (from nose to back of skull)
I wish I could lose these extra pounds (I jogged for six months, drank eight glasses of water every day, and lost NOTHING...merely, I could run farther)
I wish I actually had a FUCKING neck! (the back of my head is close to my shoulders...See Chris Benoit..only...not so buff)
I wish my calves weren't so damn bulky (all muscle though...)
NO STRETCH MARKS....EVER....
I wish my forearms weren't so bulky (muscle though...)
I wish my feet weren't so wide (HUGE...Hobbit style)
I wish my chin didn't have a pudge...
I wish my hair wasn't SO DAMN frizzy!
I wish my head never had to have that surgery, so very long ago.
I wish I didn't have body hair (cringe).
Wish my toe nail didn't have to have that surgery, so long ago.
I wish my nice ass would return...
But...this is me....I'm stuck with me...."Body, my holding cell."
I can't escape it. I cannot escape the blatant...I am me. no matter how hard I excercise..this son of a bitch body will not lose weight...I've tried everything...
But this is me...Fuck off if you didn't like my rant...