I get out of bed, get dressed in a nice clean outfit and head out for my day.
For me today, it’s Work. I don’t know why I capitalized that. Maybe because it makes me feel Important.
Anyways. So I’m sitting at my desk, typing away at my blog at Important Legal Work, when I feel it.
It’s not hitting my face. Nor my neck. Not even my bare pigs in my new Yellow Box Flip Flops that I’m too embarrassed to admit how much I spent buying them.
I feel a breeze on my belly.
I slowly bring my arms down to my sides and realize that my shirt has steadily inched its way up until two inches of my midriff are now exposed to open air.
Sounds risque’, I know. Unfortunately, this skin is also my fat roll.
Reality, I’m bringing sexy back.