On the way home on Friday I got quite a few looks from men - one in the street, another in the tube, another in the supermarket. Hey, I must look hot today, I thought as I swaggered home - and this before my visit to the hairdresser. And then at home I looked in the mirror. My leopard print jumper was straining at the buttons and was showing a rather vivid gap between button two and button three, revealing a large expanse of uplifted breast.
I've put on a bit of weight.
I've put on a bit of weight.
