|Hold-on, little one, my arm |
is bigger than you are around.
I don’t mind that I’m AARP eligible, and go through life unnoticed. However, I am now achingly overweight for my frame. I mean that literally. I’m not obese, but too heavy to not be achy. Sometimes, when I’m waking down a street, I catch a glimpse of my reflection and I honestly have no idea who that stout person is — before I face reality, I walk my short, fat legs away quickly, thighs uncomfortably rubbing against each other.
In the meantime, here’s looking at you kid, and certainly not at me.