Dear winter coat,
Since the time we met at the La Tulippe, I have experienced things that I have never thought I was capable experiencing; you have showed me the beauty of winter. You have helped me realize my true potential, helped me push my limits, and discover that I am an avid snowshoe walker.
You have showed me an undivided attention, wrap me with your warmth, protecting me from the cold world, helped me through the tough commuting days, you made me feel safe.
However, I think its about the time for me to show the world the true me, and hope that it will accept me for who I really am; my chocolat-favoris-brown skin, my ample bossom (partly thanx to a padded bustiere), my roundish-curved figure, and my endless and incurable addiction for sunshine.
I would never want to do anything to hurt you but things are going fast in our life. Double digits degree season has just arrived and soon I will be celebrating the return of my cleavage. It will only be for the best that we take our time alone, apart from each other. You can take the break you have been wanting , be pampered like a king as you deserved.
I will survive this comatose part of the year, the time between the frozen winter and summer hell. I will always remember you. I will thrive to be better person, do more activities. I am now an M-prone-to-L kind of person, but I will prove you that I will be a perfect M by the time we meet again. I’ll be exactly the kind of girl that fits in you perfectly, an M.
Remember, its not you, its me.
-Me-