An open latter to my waist...
Dear Waistline,
Where are you trying to go? I figure you must be trying to get somewhere, what with how quickly you're expanding away from me. Do you long for the sandy beaches of Rio? Or the streets of Paris? Where ever you're trying to get to, I just have one thing to say: STOP!
Seriously, Waistline.
My fat pants are getting snug. Snug! And I don't have any of those uberfatty elastic waisted pants and don't plan on getting any!
So put aside these dreams you have of seeing the world, because I'm not letting you expand any further. - xoxo MEL
Where are you trying to go? I figure you must be trying to get somewhere, what with how quickly you're expanding away from me. Do you long for the sandy beaches of Rio? Or the streets of Paris? Where ever you're trying to get to, I just have one thing to say: STOP!
Seriously, Waistline.
My fat pants are getting snug. Snug! And I don't have any of those uberfatty elastic waisted pants and don't plan on getting any!
So put aside these dreams you have of seeing the world, because I'm not letting you expand any further. - xoxo MEL