I’m having a hard time finding the appropriate attire to work everyday. No jeans and no t-shirts except Fridays, no short skirts, nothing too revealing kind of tops.
I got nothing to wear anymore.
And it’s only my 11th day.
So far, I’ve succeeded trying not to wear something too much but I don’t know how long more I can continue to dress like this.
To make matters worse, the clothes she gave don’t help at all. I almost wanted to dispose them all. Well, I felt so guilty doing that therefore I’ve decided to keep a few clothes. I just hope she doesn’t talk about it in work.
I’m trying hard not to complain about this, but I really can’t help it.
I feel fat.
Lol.
No, not that kind of fat, but it’s more to that cute chubby type of fat.
I think my fats are storing themselves at the wrong areas of my body.
Or maybe I’ve grown bigger…with more meat.
Or my bones are growing heavier.
Nah, I think it’s just plain fat.
I don’t look good in anything now. Not that I had once looked good, but I feel even worse than before.
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