Oh yes I am. Ann posted new pics of me to facebook yesterday and I realized I’m like Rusty from Ocean’s Eleven; constantly eating but somehow in good shape. My auntie once said fatkarma would probably hit me after the teens and I would suddenly just bloat like a balloon.
But fatkarma hit me the other direction. I eat exactly the same as I did before (if not more) and my structure is getting slimmer yet curvier in a nice way at the same time. Feels weird. Might have an impact on my thyroid and whatnot, but feels nice on the outside. The same goes for alcohol. Visibly I might be fine, but some shit is bound to make my liver work harder.
Oh I miss darling Agnes. And Italian gelato artigianale.