I am wearing a belt today, WITH my tee shirt tucked inside. This is an event. I always wear my shirt outside, and maybe occasionally I belt a sweater, because the whole thing then is covering my tummy. What has gotten into me I do not know. I don't even think I look bad. This is some kind of breakdown I'm sure. Either that or I have pruned the trees and bushes and am now baring myself as well. Have a lost weight? I haven't checked yet, but it is a possibility. I'm supposed to be trying, according to my doctor. Next thing you know, I'll have gone nuts and will wear a bathing suit in the streets.
Today is my voice lesson, and I have Spanish tonight. My brain is going to be under extreme stress, and perhaps is already entering territory where I imagine myself slim and beltable. Now, I grant you, the belt is long enough to wrap around a car, but still, it is buckled, not tight and there are no unseemly bulges protruding. I need a picture of me, so I can prove to myself that I am not, I repeat not, a basketball with clothes. Seeing is believing.
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