So I woke up later to realise that it was a dream and that I
am still that slim “Agbani” trapped in a fat body!
When you kneel down to pray, count your blessings, name them
one by one, and make sure number 3 or 4 (top 5 sha) is “Thank God that I can
dream when I sleep”. That is the alternate world. The world that defies every
form of reality, gravity, weight and size.
In my dreams I am a super-model. I am a young super-model. Heck, I am a
ravishing beauty that turns heads when I sway down the street singing melodies
in my head as I step, “I’m every woman, it’s all in me…!” SWING SWING. My
favorite song that gives me the best bounce when I catwalk is the Classic Queen
Latifah rap… “DESIRE, I know you want me. You’re fine! Thank You… But I’m not
the type of girl you think I am, I don’t jump into the arms of every man…!”
STEP STEP - SWAY HIPS - SWAY HIPS. Wink.
Flirts. Smile. Wake up, Loms!!!!!
Anyway, thank God for dreams. And God save us from some of these dreams...
Anyway, thank God for dreams. And God save us from some of these dreams...
A major deterrent to losing weight is the fear of what I
will become. A ga na ejim eji! (Translation: Somebody stop me!) I have always
wondered why people don’t wear short suits to work. Come on! Backless.
Strapless. Kneeless… Many “lesses”!!! Would I be able to resist the temptation to
dress more provocatively. Be more daring in my hair-cuts and platform heights?
Would “fitted” dresses take a new Marilyn Monroe meaning?
Come. Wait o!
Is it only bad-bad things I want to do when I am slim? You
see naah! It brings to mind the things that happen when people get rich, innit?
They never admit it but it is the bad-bad things that they have been coveting
and they jump into them without looking back! Fast(er) cars that will
ultimately kill them. Richer food that will send them to, or back to
WeightWatchers in an instant. Private Jets that will drain their pockets at the
sheer stupidity of having ownership of something you cannot park in your
driveway. Champagne-drinking which slowly but surely poisons them to death.
New, “fecham” friends that do not know you or what you stand for and care even
less. They are your typical “good-time” friends and will manifest when you need
them most. (Note that “manifest” here is not a good word) So why do you want to
be rich?
If I was thin…
Ok, let’s get there first, abi!!?
6 comments:
Nne na so life be o. Once we progress or advance we immediately forget where we are coming from .
Anyway swaying the hips left n right does not depend on if you are slim or not o.biko if you have it show it of for the world to see and admire the beauty of God. Lol.
Oh I do ! ;)
I feel u Ulo. Perhaps that's y this our weight loss journey is slow & steady. Imagine how far we would have "kopud" (down off the handle) if it were sharp sharp!😂
You know we are too alike... Enye anyi imi, anyi ga-akpo anwuru. :)
Well written Lhomar. Self love...is it determinant on how we look? I have a bit of a challenge on who sets the standards on what is beautiful and what isn't? It's purely subjective abi?
Anyway, you turn heads and shoulders just the way you are truth be told. Just ask your hubby. Then again if we are out of breath after a mild stair climbing activity then we HAVE got to do something about it...wink
Remain fabulous babe, be awesome anyway!
Ebere
I no fit laff ooooooo!!! 'less' less tinz. But yeah, let's get there first. It's kinda like what I tell people, one who has the tendency to be wicked or thieving, will only manifest the behaviour more an in its entirety with wealth and power.
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