Page 1: There is always a beginning of cellulite

MY cellulite however, seems to be endless. Being situated in Singapore has not given me any respite, laden with oil-drenched food products and sumptuous billowing wafts of smells blowing MY way..( satay, waffles, otah, char kway teoh).. Just name it!

 

Thinking back on when my cellulite awakened from the depths of my body.. It seemed so long ago when I was primary 3...

"Hey! Want to get some ice cream together? After PE lets get a bottle of ice lemon tea and grab KFC for lunch!"

 Fast food and soft drinks was my diet staple. Influenced by friends and having a lousy resistance to persuasion, I drifted along the highways of grease, sugar and carbs. Very soon, I got 'caught'.

 

TAF CLUB. A.k.a Trim- and- fit Club.

 

Expected wasn't it. From then on, cellulite loved me and I became a VIP all the way through secondary school. Life long membership of TAF got pinned on my butt and quickly the years passed..

 

CCAs (Co-curricular activities) had made efforts to persuade Ms Cellulite to find another host, but the exams lured her back again. Bingeing, sitting down for long hours without exercise were all part of her plan. Even though I lost some parts of her for a certain period through JC, she jumped back onto the bandwagon when A levels came and went. Funny how the A levels and Ms Cellulite didn't elope even though I went through so much efforts to get them together..

Now, Ms Cellulite deemed me to be her best friend for life. (*screams* "Noooooooo.....")

Being with Ms Cellulite has indeed brought much inconvenience and sadness to my life. Being left behind by the skinny values of Singaporeans and having our clothes size (that screams Operation Coverup) looked down upon and under produced, it is no surprise that self esteem dips..