Eat, that is.
You know it’s time to take out the butter, bring on the whipped cream [proper cream whipped to death with sugar, not the type from the can] and rip open that packet of chips [Lays FTW!] when even the studio director tells you in a grave tone : You should eat.
Oh, but I do. I really do! On Thursday and Friday I had lunch and dinner respectively at a Japanese buffet. Yes, a buffet 2 days in a row. Naturally I went barbaric and had myself oodles of salmon sashimi [I would’ve quietly tucked some back for Bella till The Boyfriend pointed at a sign that said : Dine-in only. Any food brought out of the premises will be charged at RM30 / 100g], more and more sushi, some other delectable deep-fried stuff and lest we forget – 3 scoops of Haegen Dasz ice cream. And chocolate breadsticks. And 5 Thai coconuts.
Maybe it’s the new haircut that makes my face look slimmer. Or maybe I’m toning up right now, which makes my flab look firmer [and thus the illusion that I’ve lost 10kg overnight]. It could also be all that water retention finally getting out of my system. But whatever the reasons are, it has me a little freaked that even the studio director would tell me frankly before class “Mei, you need to eat”. It also doesn’t help that I’m small-boned and short, so any weight lost [or gained] looks very drastic.
With my short short hair, small frame, flat chest and flat ass [fuck you very much genetics], I look like a boy. I am now considering going for a boob job to up my bust, but a pity nothing can be done about my flat-as-a-washboard ass.
And to think only a few months ago I was a 32C.