Here's something I wrote this week. It is not politically correct. I'm suppose to be happy with myself the way I am. I'm not suppose to use the "F" word. Well now I've gone and done it.  Sometimes I really hate the shocks that come with life. Especially today. Lately my clothes have felt uncomfortably tight. I’ve stopped wearing my beloved skirts as my thighs rub together so much I fear they will burst into flames. I sweat in places I didn’t know I could sweat in. I can barely see some of my bits and pieces as I’ve become ‘so much…

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