Do you ever think of getting Plastic surgery? Having a bit of lip filler? Maybe a bit of a tit lift? Liposuction? I have! All the time. I have a list, the list to make me look ‘perfect’ and then I’ll totally be happy …. I think!?!?! Top of the list, teeth, I don’t want to look like Mr Eds distant relative all my life. I might get a little filler here and there, then have a wee breast reduction  … but would it ever end for me? Once I had fixed one problem would I then find another? I honestly think I would! I am that person who can look at herself long enough in the mirror and find 15 faults about my face, or my body. Anyone else? Anyone wish they looked like Jessica Alba on a bad day? I would take one of her ‘rough days’ any day of the week. I wonder how happy I’d be? Would I be confident? Or would I just worry more about the new flaws I’ve found? You know how people brag they’ve lost 14lbs in 48 hours (which by the way is awesome, if it’s even humanly possible)? Why can’t I brag about the fact that I can open a bottle with my teeth? Or that my stretch marks look a bit like The London Underground? I guess, that’s because no one wants to know that I have a varicose vein appearing on my left leg. I wish talking about that kind of shit was more normal. I wish we did talk about our flaws more often, because if we did, the group of heroes we were around would come in, swoop you off your insecure feet and tell you how beautiful you actually are. We would basically all save on therapy because we’d have one gigantic love fest, counselling sesh. 

My name is Laura, and when I wear my jeggings I have muffin tops, they make me feel like a bag of fat crap!