I randomly* asked W how much he thought I weighed this weekend. He guessed 140. I said hell no and he said 130 and I laughed. So he was like 145? no 150? no 155? no 157? no 160? no 161? no 162? no 163? no 164? no 165? no 166? no 167? no 168? mo 169? no. He’s like there is no way you weigh 170 pounds. I told him I weighed 8 pounds more than that. He seemed legitimately shocked.
Don’t let numbers define you. You can’t put a number on happy, sexy or confident!
*Author’s Note: Not that I feel I need to defend my posts, but random was not the best word choice. I meant random as in spur of the moment, not preplanned. I was referencing how my SW is close to my boyfriend’s CW and he couldn’t believe that I only weigh like 50 pounds less than him so I asked him how much he thought I weighed. I was not/nor am I the type of girl who to try to mindfuck my boyfriend.
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