In my heart, in my head, it's so clear now, hold my hand you've got nothing to fear now, I was lost and you've rescued me some how-. I'm alive, I'm in love you complete me, and I've never been here before. Now I see, what love means.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Little Black Dress
When I was still slim, I never thought of having that special black dress that I could wear on special occasions until, I hit the 180lbs mark of the weighing scale, and since my job requires me to dress up I have to buy lots of dress and with the humps and bumps in my entire body which was the remembrance of my first pregnancy, I have to rely on black dresses to hide my friendly flabber.
I am always disappointed, irate and agitated everytime I hit the mall to find that one special black dress that will make me feel sexy, is always at lost and nowhere to be found. All I ever had was a black dress that usually kisses my body and again, my humps and bumps shows which I hate.
Are designer's tape measure ends in the number 24? Isn't it only fair that women whose figure is as big as mine deserve to have that "one black dress" that would perfectly complement our figure?
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