MISSING MY WAISTLINE

Hay naku... nagsukat ako ng mga damit ko na sinuot ko lang 2-3 years ago at hindi na siya kasya. Akalain mo ba naman ang lahat ng sizes ay small at ang waistline ay 25? Pang teeny bopper pa ang katawan.. pang disi ocho pa.  Yung paborito kong high waist na palda na binili ko with leila ayun... mumurahin nako kapag umaabot ang zipper sa dulo. Hindi pa uso ang high waist noon naghi-high waist nako... Naiinis lang ako kasi wala na akong masuot at ayoko namang mag shopping spree for new clothes.

I guess i graduated from my teeny bopper roles in life. Kasama pala sa pag exceed ng clothes size ang buhay buhay. Very fashionista meets philosophy. Ewan ko na lang sa mga waify models kung na-apply nila yung sinabi ko. Well, i have to embrace this womanly figure. Curvy with hints of flab and the policewoman puson at times. Noong Renaissance naman gustong gusto nila ang mga womanly-figured women.. think Venus... yung dumating siya on a sea shell.. painting ata ni Leonardo Da Vinci yun or think of Monica Belluci in Malena naked. That's how they like it back then... but then again we're in the 21st Century at hindi Renaissance ngayon. So pasalamatan na lang natin ang purveyors of woman-ness gaya ni Oprah, Tyra Banks and Dove. bwahaha! 

Naalala ko lang dati si Kitchie--- my plus sized and very well endowed theatre friend. We were on a beach at kapayatan days ko pa noon. Hiyang hiya siya to wear a bathing suit sa Puerto Galera. Ang philosophy ko lang sa beach: Deadma!

Deadmahin mo ang mga taong nakatingin sayo dahil malakas ang loob mong magladlad ng mga flabs. Insecure lang yan sa mga katawan nila kasi they can NEVER do what you just did... with nonchalant flair pa yan. People can be cruel sometimes you know and the best way to shield yourself away from those cruel minds is to have a killer instinct... kill them mentally with something they wouldn't have the gall to do.. and you see them turn green with envy and they won't get over it... and ikaw... tralalalala... walking on sunshine.