All the past years, I was never comfortable with taking off my shirt in front of people. Guys, girls, old people.
People always said I was skinny, and I would just think yeah because I haven't taken the shirt off for you to see, that I'm not really as fat less as that other guy whose shirt just peels up when he takes off his jumper.
Today. I had my shirt off. In my room, and I thought. Hey actually looks quite good.
I have lost weight? Or has that time come in life, where there are much higher priorities, than caring at all what other people thinks about something they don't even care about.
I miss you blog.
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