Things My Mum Says

Posted on 5th April 2011 in Armchair Gardening, Just Stuff

Back in the olden days, when I was a lean mean dancing machine, I would stare critically at myself in the mirror, searching for fat rolls or cellulite or some random bulge that would ruin the line of my leotard. I would bend over to the side, grabbing for the roll of skin that would form and moan like I meant it to my Mum. I’m so fat! I would whine. Look, Mum, look at all my fat!
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