So it turns out that some habits are good and some are bad. I'll put this out there right now, I've never been a smoker, a gambler, a stealer, a stoner or a vandal. I even moisturise before bed and flip the lid back on the toothpaste tube after EVERY use, for Christ's sake.
So how is it that I can still be made to feel so bad and wrong and irresponsible everywhere I turn?
Yes, I love big serves of pasta.
No, I don't drink a litre of water every day.
Yes, I sleep on my tummy.
No, I don't do Pilates.
Yes, I cook with butter.
No, I don't chew my food 1,000 times before swallowing.
Yes, sometimes I get a bit too excited and over-water my plants (and drown them).
No, I don't remember to file my nails in just one direction.
Yes, I slouch at my desk.
No, I don't wear chiropractor-approved insoles.
Yes, I watch TV in bed.
No, I don't buy organic frigging desiccated coco-frigging-nut.
Yes, I watch the South Park movie and widdle my pants laughing. Every time.
And yes, I eat chocolate. I love chocolate.
So sue me.
Does that make me a bad person? Really?
Should I really be aspiring to some sort of cold robotic existence where everything is regimented and I sit on the loo for 19 hours of every day because I'm so full of water that I'm bursting despite having fabulous skin and a happy digestive system and a sunny disposition as a result?
Or can I just be myself?
Yours, in all my sloppy lazy farty wobbly giggly glory,
Louki xx
P.S. Here's a photo of The Squishy, for all you furry-beast fans out there...
