Take That

Well, I am working on some posts about my time in London so far, but they take lots of time, and I just thought you all should know just how hard I have it here. So, almost every woman I see is thin and fashionable. Now, I am not large, but my hips and thighs aren't exactly easy to miss. Plus, almost my entire wardrobe is hand-me-downs (I always called them handy-downs, and was just recently informed that that is incorrect...) and tee-shirts--not quite London chique. So, what do I do to comfort myself and make myself feel better? Go for a run? Actually spend time on my hair? Snack on an apple? Um......not quite. No, to sooth my sorrows, I find a lovely little corner patisserie and buy a ginormous eclair with chocolate creme filling, smothered in chocolate sauce. I take it home, and lounging in my bed, I eat like someone who has never eaten. My fingers, my face, and the inside of my stomach are absolutely coated in wonderful chocolate deliciousness, and I think to myself, "They may have slim legs and pretty faces, but they do not know the pure delight of heavenly pastries." So take that. I wish now I would have taken a picture of it, but that wasn't exactly on my mind at the time. ... I just thought you should know.