November 28, 2006


Filed under: My Life, Self Pity — happychick @ 6.38p11

“God must’ve loved calories- he made so many of them.”

You see, lately, like the self-obsessed image-conscious teenager that I try so hard not to be, I have been worrying about my weight.

I’ve been trying and trying to put it out of my mind- no-one likes a girl who cries “I’m getting so fat!” every time she eats a potato chip.

Alas, my fears were confirmed yesterday morning. Now, I have these jeans… Uber-sexy, they are, and one of my fave pairs. I tried them on, you know, just coz I can. Well, unfortunately for Porky Pig over here, they came up to my thighs and would budge no further. I was distraught. My Maccas eating, cake-shoveling, couch-potato days had finally caught up with me.

I have never been one to worry about looks. There are, of course, more important things to worry about, like World Peace, poverty, Global Warming, litter, whether or not Anushka and I will ever get out of the country together…

But one must give in to their adolescent urges eventually, no?

Damn Jennifer Hawkins and those bloody photo-shopped pics! Haha Love me. xx



  1. dont worry if your uber-sexy clothes dont fit, you can take mine 🙂

    Comment by hellboy — November 28, 2006 @ 6.38p11

  2. I’m sure you are still lovely dear. Teen agers must occasionally pig out. The good news is that it comes off much easier when you’re young than when you an old lady like moi.

    Comment by Sandra — November 29, 2006 @ 6.38p11

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