Today I Told my Tummy to Fuck Off

February 19, 2005

I've had enough. This is it, I can't do this anymore, it's not worth it at all. It's not worth the looks, and the giggles, and the self-loathing.


So I finally did it. I told my tummy to fuck off.. I know that probably sounds absurd. But it honnestly doesn't even feel like my tummy is a part of me, it's just kinda there and every once-in-a-while I notice it. I really only mean that I didn't actually notice my tummy develop. One day I was skinny, and the next day this insane tummy was there, and I don't know where it came from (OK I have a sneaking suspicion, but nothing concrete).

So naturally, if it doesn't feel like it's a part of me, I treat it as though it is not. Hence the speaking to the tummy, and the anger geared towards it. No more excuses, no more bullshit... it is time to bid my tummy farewell.

Goodbye old friend! We've had some good times, some bad times, and some really awesome chocolate.

And to apologise for all the swearing, here's a cute picture of my doggie Coco.


Gina said...

Stephanie I am so with you on this one. I completly agree with you 100%. Trust me No more excuses. No more what so ever. I sware to you, by the end of 2005 you will forget all about your tummy friend!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stephanie said...

Yeah Gina! By the time camping comes around we'll be spectacular! I like your pic by the way.

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