I’m Ok. I can breathe. I can breathe.
So if the nice one thinks I’m difficult, it must be true. Which, as it turns out, is bullshit.
Just throw open the curtains. Your apartment is your home. Your home is in you and it’s magnificent. I promise.
Shame is a bully and it lives in my fat cells. I’ve been thinking a lot about my fat cells lately. See, I started working out. My final frontier. I’ve never been very good at sports. I have beautiful sisters who excelled, but I was the one you’d find smoking bummed cigarettes on the wall … Continue reading Shedding the Weight