Little black disposable thong...

...+ fat girl = Never again.

Returned from most enjoyable yet slightly humiliating spa experience. I could deal with being scrubbed, rubbed and pampered from head to foot. Yet nowhere in my head did I realize I would likely have to get naked for it! Foolish, foolish me.

Fortunately, I was able to ignore to the embarassment that comes out of seeing my ass and belly squished into a teeny, tiny little paper thong (one last "ugh" for good measure). That said, I haven't felt that calm and relaxed in ages. Months. Very sort of alert, yet very chill. The "healing" waters (a small pool and several large tubs) were tremendous. I could have stayed blissfully in there all day.

I wish I could open a spa. It would be pretty. And bright. And nice.

Mmmm...