It’s just that, sometimes, the more the fabric, the more the expenses.
Anything extra costs extra. Continue reading Coverage
I don’t want to wear the same style over and over… Continue reading Ravings Five: Bell
I bet he will choose her over me;she’s lighter than me.
Men tend to go for the girl they can easily carry. The lighter; the better, it seems.
It boosts their manly ego. Continue reading “Men’s Choice”
I’ll probably stay at the bottom of the pyramid.
I’ll never be a flyer or the one on top of the pyramid.
It’s always like this anyway. Nothing new here…
Unless I dance in the moon… Continue reading “Base”
When I bought these jeans, they fit perfectly.
How come I cannot get into them anymore?
What in the world is this? A muffin top? Ugh!!! Continue reading “Extra Rolls”
I can’t believe I weigh 60 kilos.
This is absurd.
It can’t be. Continue reading “The Yo-Yo Effect”
Curvy is in.
With the likes of Kim Kardashian, Beyonce, Demi Lovato, Amy Shummer & Meghan Trainor setting the trend, every girl with “extra pounds” and “extra cushioning” seems to have gained a boosted confidence of late. There seems to be no trouble being on the “thicker” and “heavier” side. If these celebrities could pull it off, so can normal human beings… right?
Or so I thought… Continue reading “Series: Ravings of a Curvy Girl”
“THERE are some individuals so inflated with self-sufficiency, and entertain such an overweaning opinion of their skill in all matters, that they must needs have a finger in every pie.”
I’m very tired. I feel negativity sinking in and defeating good vibes just because I am exhausted. My body is not used to movement anymore – movement that is necessary and essential to a high schooler’s overall growth and development. I’m way past that stage, I think… and I have not expected to go back to that physically demanding state since I closed the high school chapter of my life.
Here I am again, licking my sore limbs and nursing my extremities in spasm. Of late, I am obliged to involve myself in an Interpretative Dance & choir singing… for the fulfillment of a final requirement in Child Care. Continue reading “An Occasional Slap on the Face”
I hate to be the bearer of bad news. The following account is an update in the love life of a friend. We are friends in the sense that we share the obligatory act of observing and maintaining fellowship, brotherhood and sisterhood in Church context… oh, i hope you get the point!
I would like to believe that we are friends since there had been a sharing of secrets and disclosing of private and personal matters in the past and heretofore… I’m willing to be his friend, for one. I just don’t know the case in his part. Continue reading “Stench”