Dear Thighs,
We have been together for quite some time now - you know, since BIRTH. And, quite frankly, you have overstayed your welcome.
I am truly disappointed in your growth over the years and your inability to focus and get right. I mean, you rub together at times. You jiggle. You are oversized especially after I work you out. And you garner a lot of male attention especially when you're pressed against my running capris (the gray ones are the money makers from what I have been told).
Each morning I wake up hoping that you have either disappeared, shrunk in size or shaped up all on your own. **sigh** But, you're still there - big, flabby and unattractive (in my eyes). My ex-boyfriend thinks you are phenomenal; however, I think you're just the opposite. When I'm walking around with you the boys stare at your shape because, after all, you are connected to these stupid 'baby making' hips I have been cursed with as well. I can't seem to get rid of you for nothing.
Since you refuse to leave quietly I have realized that I will have to take care of you myself! And just what will I do about you, you wonder?! I am going to run you right out of town. That's right - I'm going to jog three, four, five - however many milese it takes to knock you down a size or two! So, I suggest you enjoy what little time you have left in my life and attached to my body. You have been warned and your days are numbered! And please do not defy me! I am DANGEROUS!!
Your Temporary Hostess,
Systa Soul
Talkin' Dirty After Dark
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