So, I’m at this fashion show the other day and while there are so many things going on, and so much fashion for me to admire, the only thing I could do is have a conversation with God. No, I’m not the most religious person you’ll ever meet; In fact, I’m not very religious at all, but while I looked at those skinny beautiful models, I couldn’t help but to ask God: “God, if you were going to make me this slim, and never give me the hips, bootie, and thunder thighs that I always wanted (even after two kids!), then why, why oh why, couldn’t you make me about five inches taller, so that I could be a model, get paid for being skinny, and forget the fact that I have no bootie!” I tried my best to keep my sense of humor that night, but I couldn’t get past my thoughts and my conversation with God. I mean, don’t get me wrong, God did a great job in creating me. I do think I’m gorgeous, and I am very smart, and funny, but God, what happened to the bootie? The hips? The thick legs? The C-cup breast size? I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. I really don’t. Most of you out there reading this are thinking that I’m being greedy, but shit have you seen Jennifer Lopez? … In case you haven’t, she has a beautiful face, nice hips, an ass to die for, basically all around perfection. Have you seen Beyonce? The list goes on and on. I don’t think I’m being unreasonable in asking him why couldn’t he have created me five inches taller so I can be a model, or give me Ms. Jelitza Ayala’s beautiful legs, Ms. Mahogany Torres’ wonderful hips, and Ms. Natalia Abreu’s bootylicious ass? Take notes God, for when I’m reincarnated. Love ya.
LOL-ing…..
No comments:
Post a Comment