Hey all you work-out clothes designers out there reading my blog. Yeah, I know you're reading. And guess what? I'm on to you. Just this morning I got you all figured out, you and your form-fitting work-out clothes. You're not content to sell me something I'm comfortable sweating in. Nope, you've gotta make the clothes so that I see every roll and bump of chubs that needs shaving down when I look in the mirror. You want me to keep after my loveliest handles, to keep exercising, to keep sweating so that I destroy outfit after tight, this-is-what-she-really-looks-like-folks outfit. So then I'll have to buy more and more work-out clothes while you go on your I'm-so-stinkin-wealthy Hawaiian vacation.
And don't think you're slipping one past me. I already know that once I slave myself from the medium to the small, I know you're just going to squeeze me tighter in that small. My lovliest handles will be down to just lovely handles but I'll still be unsatisfied because of the hug you're going to put on me. I get it, oh I get it. I hope you have fun in Hawaii while I run the H2O out of myself in this Southern humidity.
2 comments:
You show them Jessica--don't look in the mirror.
I don't like uncomfortable workout clothes. I like yoga pants. Don't get dehydrated out in that southern humidity!
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