My House is Making Me Fat
It may sound dramatic, but this is not hyperbole … My house is literally making me fat. Sick and fat.
The blog formerly known as Roses and Armpits — now older, wiser, stronger, bolder
My House is Making Me Fat
It may sound dramatic, but this is not hyperbole … My house is literally making me fat. Sick and fat.
I spent decades of my life being quiet. I held my tongue, not wanting to rock the boat or cause a scene. But at 50, I am no longer quiet. I set boundaries like a queen and am not afraid to call someone out on them if they’ve been crossed — or if I’ve been wronged.