Testify, girlfriends! Uh huh uh huh uh huh!
Yesterday I was watching twenty-to-one and they were counting down the best movies. Deborah Lee Furness was on there and she was like "Oh, Moulin Rouge makes me fall in love with Ewan McGreggor. Oh he's so adorable. Ahh so in love." and I'm like "YOU'RE MARRIED TO HUGH JACKMAN. STOP COMPLAINING."
Anyway, girly rant ahead.
I really really need to go shopping for a new bikini top. I must have put on at least four kilos since the holidays started because I feel like a fat lump of crap every time I strip down to my undies in a shop changing room. Corinne Grant was right when she said that shopping for a bikini is soul destroying. You try on like fifty things that make you look like absoloute shit and you always leave feeling as though you're too fat, too short, too busty or basically like a lump of fat crap. But I'm not fat. I'm a size twelve. That's like a size EIGHT in America. That's the size that really overweight people want to be. And my body-shape is different to my anglo-saxon girlfriends seeing as I'm Brazillian and I have a butt that is meant to stick out. So that means that buying short skirts is pretty hard seeing as it's always shorter at the back due to my Brazillian arse. Don't even get me started on how hard it is buying bathers when you've actually got breasts.
I'm excited about camping on Friday. The only down side is that I'm not sure I can afford new bathers seeing as the ones I have now aren't that awesome. Oh well cest la vie.
And by the way here's a message to Sarah: Be thankful that stuff fits you and that you look awesome in bathers. I'm pretty sure half of us would kill for the ability to look good in bathers. Next time you're in a shit mood, just stand up and say "y'know what? I look good in bathers!" And hang around with fat people like me and you'll feel right as rain. ^_^
Anyway, girly rant ahead.
I really really need to go shopping for a new bikini top. I must have put on at least four kilos since the holidays started because I feel like a fat lump of crap every time I strip down to my undies in a shop changing room. Corinne Grant was right when she said that shopping for a bikini is soul destroying. You try on like fifty things that make you look like absoloute shit and you always leave feeling as though you're too fat, too short, too busty or basically like a lump of fat crap. But I'm not fat. I'm a size twelve. That's like a size EIGHT in America. That's the size that really overweight people want to be. And my body-shape is different to my anglo-saxon girlfriends seeing as I'm Brazillian and I have a butt that is meant to stick out. So that means that buying short skirts is pretty hard seeing as it's always shorter at the back due to my Brazillian arse. Don't even get me started on how hard it is buying bathers when you've actually got breasts.
I'm excited about camping on Friday. The only down side is that I'm not sure I can afford new bathers seeing as the ones I have now aren't that awesome. Oh well cest la vie.
And by the way here's a message to Sarah: Be thankful that stuff fits you and that you look awesome in bathers. I'm pretty sure half of us would kill for the ability to look good in bathers. Next time you're in a shit mood, just stand up and say "y'know what? I look good in bathers!" And hang around with fat people like me and you'll feel right as rain. ^_^