Man I don't feel so hot. I was... Well by lunch I was having the kind of bathroom experiences you don't want to have in your OWN bathroom, let atone work's. It was horrible. Then I came home and did that for awhile. I KNOW I wasn't going to talk about it, but like, I did totally research corsets and NOPE they are no kind of solution to the dilemma I had in fact if anything they just shove your organs around and like do nasty stuff to your ribs, HONESTLY. So in between bathroom trips I like was reading and going "I hate myself, this is insane. But, I recognize it is insane unlike some of those women." So yeah, the deluded corset wearers (some of them wear them to BED OMG) I would probably die in my sleep they are all fervent about how thin they are and I am like "I can't hear you from way over on the internet because you can barely BREATHE. Also if anything they weaken all your muscle.
Anything I wear that involves BONING, well I'd want it to be from like the dinosaur age and I had a bone button on one of my furs or something.
My only solution is to go under the knife. In between bathroom trips, I looked into that some MORE. Holy F, like, I looked at before and after pics and I was like "So many of these are just so WAY not so much BETTER for THOUSANDS of dollars and TONS of money that is STILL horrendous.
It made me grateful actually I must say a lot the AFTER pics looked WAY worse than my before pics. I have figured out why folks think I am pregnant. It is because my stomach has approximately 3% body fat there would be nothing to liposuction and like, my stomach is TAUT. It's just ROUND because the dumb ligaments are stretched. That is all the doc would ACTUALLY need to do, cut them (shudder) or whatever, and then, like, I would look completely normal. After oh six months. Before that I would have all these horrible scars.
For a ton of money/trip to Mexico recovery is up to 8 weeks before you can exercise again SHUDDER, I'd probably look worse than I did now.
So yeah, then I saned up and I was like "The next time someone asks when I am due, I am going to tell them SIX MONTHS, thank you for asking!" And then just move on.
Grrr though, it's so unfortunate. l don't believe in plastic surgery and I have decided I will only allow myself to do it if I gradually coax homeless woman into some sort of sanity and get her into a shelter.
So I better pack my hemorrhoids products and figure out where she hangs out. Clearly.
My apologies for this post I think I'm dehydrated now, I did not check my stomach afterward to see if it was smaller. I'm gonna have to call my therapist AGAIN. Oy.
Sigh shiny is in the mail. That's nice, I tortured myself with a doggy it has banana foster in it. It's fairly good.
Me and my stomach can't face the dot mod yet. It's so NEEDLESSLY complicated, it makes me mad. Etc.
Anna
