July 29th, 2009
Here’s just an excerpt:
So I tried them on. Sort of. It was kind of the lady not to just say “you delusional old trout, there’s no way you’re going to squeeze your lardy, porky arse into these, these have been made for normal human beings”. I hate mirrors. I hate what I saw in that tiny little dressing room – arms like marble slabs of salted meat. Honestly, half the girls I work with have thighs that are slimmer than my arms. The bulging fat belly and saggy, droopy arse. I know how hard I have worked and the pain I have honestly gone through to get this far, but at moments like this it seems so utterly futile. I gathered up the angel soft jumper and totally cute kitty dress and left them on the counter. The lady was not there to see me go. It was nice of her to spare me the humiliation.
The rest of the story is at my site where I have lots of room for my photos and stuff. I hope you’ll come and visit. I miss my 3fc buddies.