Writer's Block: A Bitter Pill to Swallow?
Aug. 20th, 2009 07:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
becomingkate[Error: unknown template qotd]I used to say no. I used to say I'd work for the privelege of my body looking good. But now, no, screw that. I want surgery, pills, whatever it takes. Life is too short to stop eating cheese. Life is also too short to hate my body at the age of 30.
I have been asked if I am pregnant at least 5 times over the last year. I haven't been pregnant in almost 3 years and I actually looked better then than I do now. Now apparently I either waddle, look ill too often, or carry too much weight in my belly. Maybe all 3. Every time someone asks me if I'm pregnant, I go home and cry. Then I eat too much. Then I work out with no results.
Yes, hand over those pills.
I have been asked if I am pregnant at least 5 times over the last year. I haven't been pregnant in almost 3 years and I actually looked better then than I do now. Now apparently I either waddle, look ill too often, or carry too much weight in my belly. Maybe all 3. Every time someone asks me if I'm pregnant, I go home and cry. Then I eat too much. Then I work out with no results.
Yes, hand over those pills.
