confessions of the incredible bulk...

oi,
stop telling me something that i already know. yes,i'm fully aware of the fact that, of late, i've gained a considerable amount of weight and YES, i do realise that most of it has decided to settle on a certain part of my body called thighapore. i don't know why it irks you guys so much. afterall i'm the one who has to stare at my nekkid body in the mirror after i shower every morning. i'm the one who feels the jiggle as i skip up the stairs every night on my way home. so why are YOU kicking up such a ruckus about it? and just so you know, like America didn't needn't Christopher Columbus to discover it, my thighs don't need YOU to point out the fact that they've grown at an accelerated speed. so...
STOP ATTACKING MY THUNDER THIGHS!

and in case all these comments stem from a real concern for my mental and aesthetic well-being, *rolls eyes*, i just want to tell you relax, i'm doing fine.
i'm eating well.
i'm fit and i exercise.
i still get picked up in clubs.(i guess cause it's really dark and intoxicated men rarely look past my tits)
yes, my slutgear has been placed in storage (cause nothing is more godwaful than a lumpy slut) but my fashion sense has not suffered since their demise.

i'm loved and i'm happy. (doesn't that mean anything to anyone anymore?)

i do admit there were times when i would get all wistful when i see photos of my old svelte self and though it would be nice to be able to slip into my size 25 jeans again, i just can't be bothered to go that extra mile to do that.

i guess i'm like that fat Buddha you see lounging around in your Chinese friends' houses. while i do admit he doesn't really cut an attractive figure,
hey, at least he's smiling.

have you ever seen Twiggy smile?