caught up in a moment
I’d like to think of myself as attractive. I’m not nearly as conceited as I used to be – 15 additional pounds and minimal dancing these days has really curbed the feeling of cuteness I once used to bear. Jeff stands behind the notion that I’m just being too hard on myself — I stand behind the notion that I may eat one too many Oreos. No matter the notion, I have come to realize that despite my occasional real-life cuteness, the digital world does not fancy me as a model. If these images don’t make me wanna go boogie down for 16 straight hours…I don’t know what will.
I’m a ham sandwich away from a double-chin.
Two words: Armpit fat.
I must’ve consumed the final ham sandwich…neck roll!
Holy nostril flare…
Okay this one kinda indicates that I may have a toned back…if it weren’t for the jiggle in my wiggle arms taking all of the camera glory.
But…I guess…at least I look like I’m having fun!
Happy Friday, all!
love (being motivated to get my tush in shape),