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to be or not to be........

FAT is the question?!


a life long question. sexiness and personality is something innate. either u have it or you don't. Ive got it!-at 125 or 160--I'm told I'm sexy. but i struggle with weather i wanna go balls to the wall and eat till i explode or starve in the name of fashion. i live for small titt, cleavage no-bra showing pieces, covered with an element of surprise fashion options. but, as a size 8-10 those options become very limited. my significant others never complain. in fact it seems that they like me heavier. but i have to admit being/working amongst the rich and beautiful sometimes i feel a tinge of insecurity from a chizzled belly and petite thighs. SOMETIMES!!....cuz my momma said i shine from the inside out.FAIL.
so shall we order exotic cheeses online for the most splendid grill cheese extravaganza or do we eat chicken breast and salad to be healthy and do acrobatics at the next love making fest???????
grill cheeses give warmth and a sense of security but showroom samples are size 4. decisions.
shall i do crunches or trust in my friend Gertrude the Girdle for the next event????
damn homie.

body magic.......

reshape your life by reshaping that waist line. girl, upgrade not only ur facebook status but cut ur kanye work out plan in half. i know a lot of u are on a mission to land a baller and u got one Cinderella night to make it happen. set urself up and shape urself up with an ardyss life body shaper. reduce ur waist line and dress size-----in the words of luther van dross "if only for one nighhhhhhhht".....be a size 4 instead of an 8! or a 12 instead of a 16, for image is everything-ain't it???!!!!!

http://www.ardysslife.com/12-Reshaping.aspx?ID=finishingtouches

MASTER CLEANSE my mind body and soul......

Lord,
walk with me and give me strength as i seek SNATCHDOM. to be cleansed is key but to be SNATCHED is essential. I'm approaching day 6 and I'm tired and weary. i hold in my hand a bottle of lemon essence and try to be content. my mind is playing tricks on me. the same tan man seems to be following me with his sweet scents of onions and halal meats. damn that gyro cart! every corner he is there asking me if i want white sauce and hot sauce. every taxi that goes by has a subway or domino's pizza add on top of it. some body's trying to sabotage my dreams of a perfect prune and stomach small enough to suck in and appear flat for this Tuesday.
i find myself asking the same questions as Job in the bible---why do i suffer so? my vision is blurry and i cant remember anything. in the midst of a daydream about tres leche cake or a corn on the cob from la esquina, i muster the strength to think about how happy im gonna be in those size 6 shorts that i rocked so effortlessly two summers ago. standing in my louboutins without that right ankle shaking and yeling at me in that 2nd hour, "can ur fat ass give me a break-got me standing on a gangster lean-whats wrong witchu?????!!!!!
hold on- i say to miss louboutin and myself. nasty cheek bones, popping collar bones and undisturbed visibility of that star tattoo on my pelvis....... is so near.
SNATCHDOM I'm yours, an eternity in slimville is all i ask.
let the children pray.AMEN