I Think Post The Shiz,
The flab on my arms has been melting away like a thief in the night lately. If I do say so myself. Even my nose has been looking less Shrek, more Meghan.
I suspect that wearing a face mask daily has performed a magical air nose job that’s left the tip of my nose looking all turned up. I’m sure my mirror would agree.
Me thinks it’s been unintentionally performing the nose version of sit-ups, while low key thinking it needs to structurally support my new accessory, the inevitable face mask.
As for my arm flab taking a much needed vacay? If I were to speak for myself, I’d say it must be the weird wanna be ballet arm movements I’ve been engaging in lately.
They are basically a series of arm movements that see a grown ass woman like myself pretending that my arms are a Flamingo’s wings and flapping them accordingly.
Whatever they are called, their side effects are very welcome, and I would definitely order some of that with my choco cookies in the future. Tell that to the guy at the newly opened — “You Can Have Your Cake and Lick It Off Its Plate- Cafe”
If you have seen my butt suddenly looking perkier than normal, I would like to attribute that to lockdown induced squatting. The type that you do when you are…
