I never thought I'd find myself sympathising, nay identifiying with Nadia from Big Brother but I've realised of lately that we have more in common than meets the eye. No, I haven't taken to wearing ill-fitting and ill-advised low cut tops and mini skirts but I understand, you see, what it is to be trapped in the wrong body!
I do! Whereas Nadia Almada believed herself (then himself, back in the days of meat and two veg) to be trapped in the body of the wrong sex, I feel like I don't have the body I should have or would like.
I'm trapped in the 41 year old body of someone who drinks too much, eats crap and runs in an effort to keep slim. I'm trapped in a body with skinderella arms and sticky legs, all rounded off, as if that wasn't already a lovely combination with an ever more flabby midriff, particularly round my belly. As Colonel Abrahams said, ooh ooh I'm trapped and I can't get out.
I feel, really really feel like my body should be that of an Adonis in his mid-20s. I should have buff golden skin, stretched tautly over bulging pecs and a rippling six pack. I should be one of those people who gets their kit off at every available opportunity because, quite frankly, it would be shameful to keep a body so hot under wraps.
Yes, I'm trapped in a body I thoroughly deserve but I'm considering going to the doctor to enquire about 'muscle/flab' reassignment.
watch this space.
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