just minishorts.

No it's not paranoia when the average woman will have the same fears. And despite what you may think, she is an average woman, of an average height, has the average body shape, has an average taste when it comes to clothes and stuff, and beliefs, they're pretty much average too.

It never fails to astound me how people conclude that minishorts is this mysterious, vague woman who is different from the rest.

But she isn't really. Hell even the car she drives is pretty much average, that's a Wira, mind you.

No where near extraordinary, like the average woman, she gets blisters when she wears newly purchased leather heels, and worries all too often over her weight and the size of her hips and thighs. She gets uncomfortable when her bf tells her she's chubby and cute, and frowns in agony when she smells that whiff of un-bathed odour.

She jumps the guns sometimes, and goes into a frantic frenzy without knowing really, that she's making mountains out of molehills, and threats, there's plenty down her sleeves. She'll toss them up in the air as if she's juggling ping pong balls, but they all fail on her. Face her with a confrontation, and she'll give up on being brave, lose all her thoughts and fall into a normal, 'Hi how are you mode,' yes, that, despite the promises to herself to be all chic and classy.

Still the same old, same old. So sorry, hun to keep your pressures up like that. *hugs* I love you you know?