Malaysia Next Gutsy Girl.

After years months of living in denial, I'm finally admitting to a fact. Yes I'm FAT. God this is difficult. As a staunch supporter of Denialism, I've never imagine that there will come a day that I'll make such an honest admission about the state of my physique. I've always chose to ignore the existence of that evil word. To me that word is equivalent to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named in the world of J.K.Rowling. The Dark Lord that nobody wants to have anything to do with. Likewise in the real world, people tends to shuns away from the evil word. Well at least I do so. That is possible until it becomes so obvious- in your face kinda obvious, that I can no longer deny its existence. Of course you'll say that I should have see it coming. Just like the saying "Rome wasn't build in a day", I do know for a fact that the amount fats that I've accumulated isn't from a one day effort too. However being the mother of all deluded princesses, I've chose to ignore all the warning signs.

Warning #1- Goodbye A&F, Hello Ms Read.
I use to enjoy shopping so much. My face beamed with pride whenever I asked the sales assistant to get me the smallest size available. Mind you I'm talking about being able to shop in Guess Kids and having a 28 inch waist. Where my low rise jeans fits me like a glove and together with my fierce walk, Tyra Banks would kill to have me on ANTM. Yes that is how glorious I am when I'm at my peak as an orient beauty. Then disaster struck. My hipster jeans decides to budge no more and rest firmly on my thigh and I needed my brother's help to get the Guess Kid's tee off. I blamed the washing machine for shrinking all my clothes- all at one go.

Warning #2- When Lying Mirror Lies No More.
Yes.I have one of those mirror that all the boutiques in the world uses- the lying mirror. The mirror that will tell you that you're Ariel the Little Mermaid when the truth is, you're Ursula the wicked sea witch. So when the lying mirror decides that for once it wants to tell the truth and reflects that I'm now officially a whale, I chose not to believe it. Instead, I came to a conclusion that the lying mirror has turned whack. I believed that I'm so slim that it confuses the lying mirror and hence causes it to malfunction. It is really easy to lose yourself in such illusions- especially when Xtina's Beautiful is the song you sang to every morning as if it is the national anthem.

Warning #3- From Being Seduced To Being Rejected.
By the same guy. By the guy that seduced the innocent me when we're both still attending high school. The guy that causes me get a mere C4 for Biology for SPM because I was busy blowing him 5 hours before the exam. The guy that is hung like a horse that literally begged to pop my cherry with his WHOPPER dick. Of course being young, innocent and ladylike I denied his request, several times. That till this very day remains as one of the biggest regret in my life. So imagine my excitement when he called me one day and asked me out for a drink, after not seeing each another for about 3 years as he is studying abroad. So I told myself that I'm gonna fulfill his wildest dream that very night. Well it didn't turn out the way I thought it would. From the second he stepped into my car, he told me these exact words "OMG YOU'RE SO HUGE NOW". That is like a slap to my face.... and it is not exactly like the cock slapping type that I was expecting to get that night. But I still didn't think that I'm that huge and I consoled myself with the fact that he is actually bitter that he did not get to claim my cherry 8 years ago and is still a virgin at the age of 25.

Even with all that, I stood firm by my principles. That I'll never let those jealous whores to ever affect me. But after yesterday I've finally lost the battle that I've fought for so long. I'm finally admitting out loud to the whole world that I'm FAT. The final nail to the coffin is of course when my dearest sister NIEL thinks that my size and my failed attempts to be slim with the help of a gym membership would be a good material for his blog. And at the same time another dearest sister FEI MUI, who is as fat (if not fatter) as I am, acknowledge that Niel's entry is absolutely on point. I can deny all the other allegations. But this one, I can't. Because it came from my sisters, sisters that would never tell me anything but the truth.

My sisters had saved me from continuing to live in denial. So this time I'm determined to fight it. I'll try anything. I'll make this blog like Niel's... he uses it to keep track of his cigarette count and I'll use mine to keep track of my calories count. I'm going to start going to the gym again. And like Niel, I give myself till the end of the year. He will be ciggi free and I'm gonna be fat free.

And if I'm still not by fat free by then, I have a backup plan. Slimming centers, watch out for me. No I'm not gonna sign up for slimming sessions as I've learned my lesson well. Instead I'm gonna do it the Gutsy Girl way.



If that worked for her why not me? Besides I believe I can strike a pose better than Christy Chung does for Marie France. So to all snatch thieves out there, be warned. And girls you all better pray that this will work. Because I'm pretty determined to be the next Gutsy Girl. If I can't get an actual snatching, I'll stage one. And naturally, one of you girls will be the lucky one that I will sit on.