Last week my four-year-old grandson told me that I have “mashed potato arms” and then proceeded to waggle my bat wing. At the time I didn’t react, but I guess it really bothered me since I’m still thinking about it. This loose skin is a scourge.
It's strange, but even though I'm verging on being underweight, I still feel fat because my arms and abdomen have quite a lot of fat under the loose skin. When people tell me that I'm skinny, my mind flashes on the body parts I always keep covered. I need to save up for plastics.
