Pot belly goons

For those slim girls with not so slim stomachs who use their mufflers to cover their protruding bellies 😁…

I do that too. I purposely don’t wrap my shawl twice around my neck, to form a little pouch or pocket in front of my jaw sometimes. Especially when it’s not too long.

Let us try to eat healthy at least… Reduce those carbs, ’cause most of us don’t exercise. Sometimes I’m like what am I reducing then? ‘Cause I’m slim. Walk a lot though, it helps.

The awkward first date

She had never been spoilt and treated with something extra fancy. So when he told her he will take her out, her hopes were not that high.
She would normally have stayed home on a Saturday night, eating all the edibles. She hardly gained weight, so even though she eats healthy β€” sometimes, she spoilt herself with enough chocolates, salty biscuits; munching in her less lit bedroom.

Normally, if she offered to take someone out, she herself was expected to pay any for any expense. That was just her. She had got to learn here, they split for such things. Off course, she thought if he had been here for long, she should be prepared to pay. He was taking her for a meal. She kept praying he will not take her to some extra fancy place, so when she saw the restaurant, she felt broken. “hm my savings can’t finish today!” She thought to herself.

She had not yet finished paying for accommodation, and she was really trying to save. With an establishment like this, a sparse plate of a meal can cost high. Something she can easily cook up and style in the comfort of her home was so expensive. If it was the unnecessary decorations they did with gravy, she could do it, she thought. Surprisingly the prices on the menu were not ‘jaw-dropping’. She found something less expensive that she could eat, then, the hard part came…

The plate had a lot of sauce on it and she did not like eating such in front of anyone, not just anyone, a potential ‘man’. She got too conscious of anything around her mouth. She constantly cleaned, checked her reflection at the back of her spoon, arranging her hair… It was awkward and he noticed. He finally asked her if she was done, which she answered “yes β€” it was nice”. “Goodness, he didn’t ask you that”, she thought to herself.

The waiter brought the bill and after a while, she started smiling to herself. He paid the bill without thinking twice. ” it’s like we think alike then β€” that’s a start”, she thought. She still thanked him for his gesture and bringing her to this place.

Hoping he did not expect anything more.

Self love?

I removed the loose trousers I wore, the large top and flat shoes I was wearing. Most men didn’t like this, that was why I wasn’t wifed yetβ€”At least, that’s what I thought. I quickly removed the clothes I unwillingly bought from the mall, ready to try it on. It was expensive, way out of my budget, but it was worth it.
When I was done dressing, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked good, but if I stepped outside, the amount of side eyes I’ll receive from mothers… Back in where I come from, if any girl wore this, a typical mother will find it her duty to remove her head wrap, to cover this excess flesh.
If I sat down, the dresses could barely cover my crotch. The top of one of the dresses was without sleeves and transparent, It would have been better if it was just the back. I slipped on a pair of stiletto hills and stared at the mirror… I was thought to dress decently and I know we should all find ourselves and come out of indoctrination but, this wasn’t me. If I was to wear such or anything exposing, it would be for one eye only β€”or maybe two. Mine and his.
Why did I over do this, this wasn’t me. Why was I even taking myself to a meaningless rave ( not saying raves are meaningless), I didn’t like loud places even, it weighed down my head. People to close to me? Above all why am I wearing a stiletto to a rave?!
If it was a man I was looking for, a man to like me? if I didn’t send him scurrying off by acting awkward, or being boring, how was I sure any of those guys would even approach?
The truth is I was too obsessed with a man wanting me, to be wanted. I was so obsessed, I could reduce my standards β€” be at his beck and call β€” if there was ‘him‘.
I walked to the dresser and removed every makeup. I wasn’t feeling fancy, it was unusual.
To a tear drop, no self love.

β€” HopeAsFro

Long time crush

You scroll down to see his picture, your 9years old self then, crush.

He was intelligent, fine , popular. While you, more of a class clown, not so eye catching to attract his attention… or any guy’s attention for that matter.
Flash back ended to today.
Even with the numerous likes, the following with no follow back, watching all stories, he still hasn’t noticed you. ” like why?” You are afraid to comment– you’ve never been that bold and besides it seems like you’re being to ‘insistent’.

You seat back wondering it’s just a crush, it will go away. It’s just a crush you say, even with the beautiful feeling you get when your eyes meet every picture of his. It is quite ‘surreal’… I mean with phone screen separating both of you.

You don’t bother if what you’re feeling is more than… Well.
You don’t bother to want him to be aware of you anymore… He never noticed you, he never did, so you give up.
I’m working on my writing. This is some colouring done a time ago, found it.

Mid length skirt in the freezing cold

I woke up one morning with the intention of wearing a skirt with thick tights, to go about my daily business. It was freezing outside but, come on the skirt really looked good on me and my formal trousers are “wack”. 

well well, I went ahead with the skirt and tights…till I noticed my tight had a hole:( 

that is so not a nice sight. So I decided to remove them. That skirt wasn’t long and my knees were out. I wore a flat instead of my boots! My legs were stinging!

Is it only me that feels everyone is staring when you feel stupid or dress stupid.

Don’t side eye me if you do not know the scenario!

I felt people were staring:/ at the bus stop.. Like ‘how weird can she be to come out like that’! Then guess what the bus was approximately 20mins delayed…I just had to use the train.

Anyway I got home with a sniffling nose.

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