I knew I'd put on a stone in the last 6 months but the original photo of this really struck a nerve. At first, I laughed. I laughed at how my crap diet had finally caught up with me and bit me in the arse. I just saw it as a bit of a joke and blamed the scales for being broken. Then reality struck and I was like.. fuck. A stone. In SIX months. What happened?
The only thing that excited me about being a year older was the day off work for bottomless brunch, karaoke and a day of drinking with my number one home slice, Jasmine. OH, ANDDDD being able to drive other people's cars with their permission. I know right, wild is my middle name.
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