Unnecessary though it may be, I’m still going to say it: I created this blog for myself. If you happen to wander in off the streets, and feel compelled to leave a comment, play nice. For I am god unto this site, and your meager words are expendable.
Unless you’re kin. Then I have to suffer in silence, yeah?
Now, what is this all about. Why all the pin up girls? What’s with the palindrome? Why you so obsessed with calories? Well kittens two years ago I shoved another human being out of my body. Apparently, she left over one hundred pounds behind, and that’s a lot of weight to add onto an all ready pleasantly plump 5′ 2″ frame.
I have struggled with my self image since the day my body started curving faster than the other girls. In a world of fashion that now applauds the skeleton body type, I developed a rather unhealthy relationship with food. But now I have a daughter, and that changes everything.
I’m going to count calories, track exercise, and I’m going to beat myself up in this blog. Constantly. Because that’s what this site is about. Thirty six, twenty five, thirty six are my measurement goals: Bust waist hips, in inches. Those are Betty Page’s measurements at the height of her career.
Remember ladies, beauty used to be busty.
