Then I remembered 2005, the year I waddled, ate 5 glazed Donuts a day and only fit in one pair of sandals for the months of July and August.
A year before that I rode a scooter to the beach, kinda rocked a string bikini and drank beers till the sun set.
Six years later I'm no where close to that. That's a lie, I'm actually closer to the first picture. And no I am not going to humiliate myself by posting a now picture.
So, no go. Over my flabby, jiggly body. I have a stinking' suspicion/hope/ambition/motivation that this year I'm bringing sexy back.
If Paco is reading this, and he better be, sorry for crushing your hopes for little girl. A little girl that will turn into a teenage nightmare, sneaking out of the house, smoking in the bathroom, riding in cars with boys, buying expensive designer jeans.