The other night, I decided to look through old photographs. And by “old” I mean from 2001 (not that old). Please, if you ever take anything you read on here seriously, embrace the next sentence with both hands: Do not take a walk down memory lane especially if you’re premenstrual.
The good news is, I’m back to the gym. The bad news is, I’m dieting again.
I flat out refuse to embrace the lyrics:
You can’t be what you were So you better start being Just what you are.