“Cut it wafer thin. Very thin.”
The emphasis on wafer is not lost on me. She pronounces it ‘vafer’, the way many people of that generation do, who are new to a language and try valiantly anyway. It impresses me, that grit.
But that’s not all that does.
Continue reading “A recipe for Olan and then some”
July 15th, 2016
I stand before the reflective surface, studying my form as it looks back at me, in all its nakedness. I cringe at the folds of flesh that spill out of everywhere- from my belly to my rounded thighs; my hips are so wide they could fit a steamboat between them.
My face! It can give a helium balloon a run for its money. Just look at those puffed-up cheeks and the double chin. Argh! Cutting out sugar didn’t help one bit. That face is set in stone, carved from cellulite that won’t melt, even if I were to take a liposuction tool to it. Continue reading “The Mirror doesn’t Lie”
It’s a comfortable place to be- this space under the white sheets. I’m sure you know what I mean. A part of you wakes up, fresh, energised, ready to greet the day and you take a leap into the embrace that awaits.
It’s an invigorating moment: that first minute when you realise that everything is possible, anything is worth achieving and that the whole world will conspire to get you that which your heart desires.
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