demystifying mornings

the return of the waif

just as i did not make a conscious effort to grow fat (refer to the summer of 2004 when i was at my heaviest), i did not make any to be this thin.

I LOOK ANOREXIC. what little amount of fat i have left is evenly distributed to my chest and my buh-hind. hey, i'm no hypocrite--i'm not complaining about the designation of adipose deposits, hehe. but this lackluster pallor, among others, is doing major damage to my esteem. and that's the least of my problems. what i'm really bummed about is this unprecedented feeling of sheer and utter frailty.

kawalangganahan. i have never before experienced lethargy this extreme.

i

am

so

thin

my friends do not fail to remind me of this sordid little fact. they throw one accusation after another, something to the effect of me needing professional help. ARE YOU F-ing KIDDING ME?! yes, i do not eat as much as i used to but, in all fairness, i was never predisposed to be fat. my genes just aren't programmed for (nor at all acquainted with) obesity. even if i were to binge on doritos (and every other junkfood known to man) between meals for an entire year, the most i would weigh is 120. i'd be chubby at best.

it'd take a staggering amount of energy--which i don't have at the moment--to summon that much appetite.

another thing, wardrobe woes! aaaaargh!! the once body-clinging are suddenly loose... the already loose are suddenly more loose. let's just say i'm starting to eerily resemble the ghost of christmas past, and that's putting it mildy.

almost every person who knows me has noticed the drastic loss of weight. from my dad... to my boyfriend... to "manong goto". i highly doubt if our dogs even recognize me.

p

r

e

s

s

u

r

e

is the last thing i want, or need for that matter.

so please people, quit telling me how thin i look. trust me, I KNOW.

posted by Vanessa @ 5:34 PM