Morning Complaint

Here I'm; almost 30, single and fatter.

No way I can get rid of my huge (and more that that) part between the back and the legs. Overt there: the fatty and fluffy part.

I'm stuck in the middle: on one side the classic desperate woman Bridget Jones; on the other the fashionable Sarah Jessica Parker.
Well, I'll never be so desperate (at least I hope so), and for sure I'll never be so shop and label alcoholic (because I do not have so much money!); but I'm on the right way.

Dating after dating my eyes wrinkles became more and more visible; my under eyes bags darker and darker; my self-esteem just drop on the floor (after the last date never call me back), and now someone is walking on it. Such a perfect life.
On the top of it, yesterday I was speaking with a guy around 40 and he told me he is divorced. Maybe because of my surprise face, but he underlined that if a men around forties is not married or divorced, well, then there is something wrong with him.

I'm not a man (yet) and not forties, but I can not see myself married. At least not if I think about the last dates.

Guess I'm very close to be desperate.

Ofelia