I have a winter bottom and a summer bottom. I know this
sounds weirder than weird. It’s actually my same bottom in both cases, but it
looks and feels very different to me.
In December, my bottom half is covered up in big, beautiful
sweaters, and nice, thick, warm coats. It feels Ok, I don’t dwell on it, I
think I look good.
But come summer, the coats are taken away, the sweaters long
gone, stored away to hide from the moths. And there it is, my summer bottom,
for all the world to see, big and bold, and looking not at all nice.
I want to get to summer next year unafraid, and not
embarrassed (note the last 5 letters of that word).
I wonder why I’ve kept myself at this size for the past five
years? I hate it so, and I don’t understand what keeps me here.
That is what I am going to find out. And before next summer,