I Shall Be Remembered

Almost all of us spend our whole lives trying to be different. Some succeed & their names are remembered through the centuries while others just give up and blend in with the rest of the crowd.

I, too, am one of those people who have succeeded. For when I die, I shall be remembered as the girl who didn’t care how fat she was as long as she had food in her belly and a cookie (or two) somewhere close-by.

Yes, I stand out from the crowd. Some would say it’s because I’m loud. Others would tell you it’s because I tend to spout profanity as soon as my temper hits a certain notch. But honestly it’s because my love of food is much greater than my love of skinny jeans or thigh-high boots. I mean, who needs boots when you can have a banana-nut muffin and a chocolate caramel milkshake.

For all the people who tend to remind me that everyone is unique in their own way, this goes as an in-your-face gesture. Everyone is NOT unique; some people are much less articulate about themselves, hence absolutely ordinary and not at all likely to be remembered even 5 minutes after they’ve left the room.

I, on the other hand, am THE bomb – in size and personality, both. (Wow, a complete wonder!!)