When I get a glimpse of all my bits in the mirror, they seem lower, looser and strange to me. I am temped to stand upside down just to have things fall into their starting place. I don't mind aging I really don't. I just don't like how it looks. If it isn't crepeing, swaying or drooping, it belongs to someone else. There is no solution for this is there? I don't look bad in clothing, the fabric keeps it all in place. I often joke about botox or some sort of procedure, but I know that the effects of medical intervention are temporary. My solution is this: I will go to the gym. I can't change how my bits are now, but I can make sure they aren't larger than they need to be! An answer awaits me! All I have to do is sweat it off, work those arthritic knees and further annoy my back. Mark Twain was right. Youth is wasted on the young.
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I fight it all the way, that aging thing. I am rotund and used to be so svelte. I no longer run, have no knees, and my tits are the same size as my waist. WTF.
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