“i almost exploded into a million pieces a little over three decades ago. things happened, and the traumatic events almost broke me apart.”
i’ve wanted a high-powered blender forever, or at least since i saw one munch its way through anything and everything on a commercial a few months back…it grinds up leafy greens and various other ingredients like a magic bullet on steroids.
my clothes are mean to me. i’m not sure why i invited them into my home. what possessed me to give cupboard space to such bullies and liar?
“a few pounds shouldn’t make such a difference but they do, to me. to my perception of how i look and how that will be judged by the world.”