Ugh.

Dear Excess 15 Pounds that Just Won't Quit:

What did I tell you before? You are no longer welcome here. Whenever you come back you reek havoc on my mind, and I cannot think of anything else but you. And that is not a good thing! I know you have gotten attached, but it's time to let it go. Move out! There are plenty of sickly, too-skinny girls out there literally dying for you to set up house on them.
Maybe it is not all your fault-I love chips and spaghetti. But that does not mean you may walk right in and get comfortable on my ass! I do NOT favor feeling you jiggle whenever I so much as tap my foot to music. Ick!
Do you think it looks better this way- a little thicker, giving me some curves, trying to be generous? Take your generosity elsewhere! Be gone, rolls. Me no likey.

-A