Summer Blues
Like all my friends, I look forward to summer all year. Parties, beaches, road trips, and camping. The best part is it’s so hot you have to wear little, slutty clothes.
I began pulling out all my summer clothes. My favorite tiny shorts from Urban Outfitters, I can’t wait to slide them on! What the fuck? I can barely button them.
I go to the kitchen for a snack and to think about ways to lose some weight. I could maybe mow the lawn. I put on my bikini because there is no buttons, and get the mower ready. My neighbor who bought all my t-shirts a few months ago was mowing his lawn too. I waved and he came over.
His eyes got wide and he smiled and laughed. Then he began to comment on my size. I was getting mad, but he told me I looked amazing. I told him I thought it was his fault because of all the snacks he gives me. He laughed and reminded me what we did after I sold him all my t-shirts.
I’m a little confused and I don’t really remember much of that day. I turned off the mower and took his hand. I told him we needed to go to his house and discuss what really happened. We began to talk, but then it all began to happen again!
