...that you should never kid about, even if the person is quite alright with it...
Even if the person allows you
, there's always a limit...
even if that person doesnt mind..
BEING FAT. =(
To a woman, to receive a comment on that extra lard hanging off a body
part is equivalent to a man receiving the reality of how big his little brother is down there.
It's never any fun. i AM fat.
For those who disagree with me, you're probably those people who either:-
- met me online
- too chicken to tell me that im packing on pounds
- hate me and pretend to tell me i look hot so that i wont do anything ab
out my appearance.
o___o and i photoshop my pictures.
Anyways, I've an irregular fat distribution. All lipids go to my thigh and abdominal areas. That's why i rarely take a full length photo.
And eventhoug h i've just recently named my belly Daniel, because it's growing into almost of an individual and deserves a name, i cant help but to feel offended sometimes.
Yes, i am aware of my increasing girth. It's ok to remind me straightfowardly. No need implications and what not.
I know sometimes, my fat is amusing, comfortable, and lets you hear the ocean but it all comes down to ONE THING for me. Being fat.
SO, if you're gonna pet it, hug it or feed it, do it.
But only once in a blue moon.
To actually talk about being fat on my blog, was something i thought i'd neve
r do. But since i did, i'll use this as a motivation.
target: Get FIT (not skinny) by uh.. say next year's RWMF because i wanna look good in a bikini .
My training regime will start only after SPM, and MAYBE i'll post pictures up on my progress like how kennysia did.
Maybe..
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oh oh before i go. Here's one word that can send me into depression:
sejarah
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