I'll admit that when I look in the mirror, I rarely see anything that I like. I take comfort in the fact that it is like this for many men and women. There are very few days that I am happy with everything that I see. Either I hate my hair or my clothes or my face or absolutely everything in general. I don't know how many times Kirk has walked into the bedroom with me almost in tears and said, "I take it we're not going anywhere." as he randomly picks up clothes I've scattered all over the bed desperately trying to find something.........anything to make this fat girl appear skinny. I just don't understand how a shirt I wore last week that made me feel sexy now makes me look like a whale. I haven't gained any weight.....I'm actually steadily losing a few pounds here and there. Well, after much thought and careful consideration on my part, I think I've finally come up with a logical answer............a reason that this is happening to me and occasionally, Bailey as well(Lord knows, trying to convince that girl she's beautiful is about as useful as a trap door on a canoe, but I keep trying.........every single day!)............someone is secretly sprinkling shrinking dust into my washing machine. It makes sense. It would be completely untraceable because "everything comes out in the wash". That's probably where that saying came from. I'm going to find out who you are if it's the last thing I do. The joke has gone on long enough!!
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