Liar, liar pants on fire, If you tell me that you have never compared yourself to anyone else, wanted to be like somebody else or jealous, even a teenie weenie bit, of someone else. There are times we just aren’t pleased or satisfied with the person we are.
When I started this blog I envisioned kumbayah pity parties and even the formation of a cult; inviting membership from women all over the world who’d experienced a shitty relationship with a psychopathic, pathological lying asshole or any other brand of asshole.
I have never before been more intimidated by make-up than I am when I see a Youtube tutorial on achieving the perfect night to day, day to night to bed make-up look in no less than three hours.
Are you a single woman? Have you been emancipated from the thought that you need to have a relationship- a man or woman or children- to feel complete? Are you childless by choice?
So, my birth month is December and what better way to celebrate than to have a head to toe make over?!
Sometimes, just sometimes, barring the medical conditions, the medications, the pregnancies, the contraceptives and whatever else that i’m missing; you are just too fat.