Yesterday I was ranting and raving about my love of meatballs. Which still holds true today and most likely tomorrow. We all have certain things we just love. Can be strawberry Gelato, pizza, or curry eggplant. I actually love all those things. But right now, I’m not feeling belts. I hate them, actually.
Belts are too constraining. And, I lose them all the time. Why can’t things just fit without a belt? Maybe belts were more useful a century ago. But today, for me, they are useless. I don’t ferl the need to be so fitted. I just threw out five belts. And, I don’t feel one ounce of remorse. Strange? Probably others feel like I do. They just feel the need to broadcast their belt dislike. Ok. That’s fine. I’ll do so. Now, onto the rest of the day.
Categories: Fashion, identity, mental health, Psychology, society, women





The only belt I wear is a seat belt. 😊☀️
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It’s True Dear
Miriam i Have
Nothing to Hide
With Belts too…
Or Sidewalks…
Just Butterflies
Free Dancing in
Meadows Singing
With SMiLes…
Oh Yes What
A Free Breeze
A Feather in A ‘Forrest
Gump’ Land We Still Do
Be i Am Just LoVinG
iT All DarK Thru LiGHT
When Not
Just
Fictional…
Story True..:)
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