I heart food. beer. and sometimes wine.
Jul 22nd, 2009 by Goldie
I wake up everyday and check myself out.
I look at my hips. My belly. And my thighs.
And then I stare.
I stare at my whole body.
I stare for a couple minutes.
I stand and I stare.
I am convinced that if I stare long enough and hard enough my lady lumps will go away.
But they don’t.
They are there.
And they are there to stare.
Some days, I get pissed and it becomes Me vs. Me…
‘You dumb ass! You are so fat! What the fuck were you thinking last night? Like you had to have all that beer and cheese! You are so stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stop it, already!’
(Yes, I have had this mental argument…many times…)
Other days, I proud of my curves…
It feels good to be a woman!
I am woman, hear me roar!
Today I am going to work it!
Work it!
Work it!
Work it!
These days are my best day.
I work it because I love food.
I work it because I love beer.
I work it because I want to live life!
I work it because when I die I will work it no more…
So, I will continue to work it…
Work it…
Work it…
Work it!
I am not ashamed of loving food a little too much…
I am ashamed of drinking a little too much…
I am just not ashamed.
So again…
I will continue to stare.
To eat.
To drink.
To live.
And to love.
