Dear friends and other interesting people,
Being fat, regardless of what I wear I look the size of a small African country. Maybe Ghana?
Having lost weight (Yes, stone me… I heart #banting), my clothes do not fit. That isn’t sexy either.
My jeans don’t look proper on my body…it makes this bubble… Yes I know. Exactly what supermodels everywhere is wearing!
Yes… I am one of those fat people who buy something in every colour if I like it….so I now have a range of baggy jeans.
Start a new fashion label since I already have the range?
I can’t shop for every 15kg’s lost. I have stuff to pay dammit.
I wish you some kick ass jeans.
Dear friends and other interesting creatures,
As I sit here, “Somewhere over the rainbow” is playing and I feel tearful. You should know that I am Jude Garland darling.
I came into “The Foot Spa” in Killarney Mall to ask Mali to please rub my neck so I could lift it. Yes, literally. (A bit of ‘Cheers’ where everyone knows my name…Clearly they do much more than deal with feet.)
The stupid pain in my neck is back. Been some days now. Yes, the pain that came just before the sickness changed my life.
I fear the pain. It associates with huge changes and very real turmoil on many levels. I don’t wanna play.
I close my eyes and dream of where blue birds fly.
….away above the chimney tops, that’s where you find me.