Friday, May 10, 2013
My Dearest Muffin Top,
I dislike you. The only thing you provide me with is mounting insecurity.
You make my jeans not fit - you like to runneth over my belt. You make dresses hug my curves in all the wrong places. When I laugh, it feels like you're mocking me when you jostle around.
I wish you would go away, failing to come back again another day.
You're just there - not paying rent, not helping with chores, not providing me with entertainment value, as any good tenant should do.
I'm sorry to be throwing this at you so abruptly, but it's been on my mind for so long and I needed to finally let it go.
I need to let you go.
Thank you for your companionship, for always being there for me in the past. But I've changed. I need to move on. I think you should do the same. What we have isn't healthy. When we're together, I'm not happy.
I wish you well in your future endeavors, but I think it's time we said goodbye. Our relationship has run its course. This time, it's not me. It's you.