How I wish I'd had a chat with my svelte younger self about eating healthily and told them to keep an eye on things. All too soon, your pert breasts and your taut butt take off on their journey south without you realising.
I hate it when you slip into your slim fit jeans and struggle to do them up around what used to be your waist. Still ... I can't blame the Steroids for everything I don't like about myself ... moon face ... spare tyre ... The truth is that is more likely to be something to do with that 18th birthday cake ... Too many... Continue Reading →