Ick! I can't stand them. I'm not an atlethic person at all in fact if there was any classification going on I would be labled as supremely lazy. I want a magic pill that zap's fat so when me sit down you won't see my crack. When I was younger I was curvy but fit. I ran track for colgate womens and I was damm good. Now the only run I get is when I pull on the tights to hard. I went to a track near my house the other morning and nearly dead from the pain, but instead of keeping it up I've laspe back into the old ways. I've been on a diet since forever and I know a part of my horribleness at times is because as mum puts it " mi ah dead fi hungry".
I normally see things through and I hate to admit when something is whipping my, well batty but damm it is. I wanted to put the double-b twins on notice but dad is gonna make dumpling and saltfish later for din-din, how is a girl to resist?
My baby says he loves me can't live without me I guess he will have to love the batty and belly for a likkle while longer. Until of course he can work dem off!
Peace!!