I’d hazard a guess and say that I’m probably the same size as Loz, although I’m more 5’1, certainly not as statuesque at BYG’s 5’7 (

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Yer my diet during Covid went to shit, eat out to help out? No way, Eating in and fuck being thin was my motto. So as you could imagine after 24 months of being a faithful patron of Uber Eats and Deliveroo, I was feeling a bit sad for myself and wearing very baggy clothes akin to Homer Simpson’s MuMu.
Change started to happ when some of my friends wanted to do an Abba night, and go as a dressed up 4some, all colour matching with matching wigs. They did not live by my motto of “fuck being thin” during lockdown, and actually had the audacity to lose weight over the course of lockdown, so all three of them looking bloody gorgeous, with me, Mrs Penguin in the back. But what really took the piss was when they were deciding on outfits, and handed me a pair of white lycra ‘near on’ transparent flares and a similarly white transparent fluted sleeve top… I protested, said I’ll pick something else out, but no, they wanted us all to look the same… So I tried it on, breaking into a sweat getting the nylon nightmare material over my thighs, bum and hips and over my belly… came out of the changing room, faced them first…
And I could see 4 faces staring back at me in sheer horror. 3 of my friends, and one poor unsuspecting woman who had unfortunately wondered in to the changing room at the time of the great reveal.
Clocking myself in the mirror. I saw my worse nightmare. Not only were my nips on show to all and sundry, the white material really not dulling the colour of my areola’s, but my minge well and truly gobbling up the material that had been yanked so far deep into it I’m sure I could taste the material at the back of my throat. Capturing my side view, I caught glimpse of what can only be described as a sideway white tictac. I dashed back into the changing room, attempted to pull the material off me, only to find that my ass was also hungry and refusing to let go over the material.
we did not go as a 4some to ABBA night…
So how our BYG has managed to leave the house in her white get up really flummox’s me. She can’t be comfortable in it, or as others have said, maybe she does have dysmorphia
