She looks in the mirror and pokes at her thighs.i need to lose weight now. i'm through with binging and eating like a pig. i need to lose weight or else i wouldn't be able to fit into my clothes. you could say i'm raving again, but it's true. it's better to be skinny, i mean, you have a wider variety of clothes, you feel more confident and you're not picked on. i'm surrounded by these people who wouldn't care basta they'd pick on the unfortunate ones. and in this case, i'm one of them. dati, "val, why does vanessa have a lot of pimples?" and now, "van, konti nalang kasing laki mo na si val." i have a big tummy, so when i told sha i was getting fat, she was like, "mataba ka?" uhm yeah, botod ako. it sucks.
She slides her hands over her stomach,
and she smiles as her hand glides over a bone.
Not a morsel of food will pass her lips.
She looks as if the slightest breeze will blow her away.
As if the slightest touch would break her.
So pale and fragile looking, yet so elegant.
Not a morsel of food will pass her lips.
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