No I'll pass on seconds.

We all have that little voice inside our heads. The voice that inspires us to move forward; or the one that discourages us, makes us admit defeat before we have begun.

So what voice do I have inside my head you ask?

MY MOTHER.

I'll be in a store trying on clothes and that voice:

YOU'RE NOT GOING TO WEAR THAT, ARE YOU?
THAT MAKES YOU LOOK FAT.
THAT MAKES YOU LOOK TOO BIG (a.k.a not flattering on the hips--thanks, Mom)
THAT'S JUST NOT FLATTERING.

You catch my drift.
Most of the time I'm fine and Jim Dandy, but there are those times when I really want those pants...

OH, NO--YOU'RE NOT WEARING THAT!

Okay, okay, I'm taking off the pants... I'm walking away... My hands are in the air... I'm walking away...

A couple of weeks ago I heard the voice, actually it was my ACTUAL Mother giving me the business
"You shouldn't wear skinny jeans".  My response clearly from the junior high playbook was ''I like it I don't care mom".  Actually my playbook in High School was say nothing.(and eat ice cream later). Oh! and she said it on Thanksgiving.  Kinda lost my appetite.

So, the voice in my head it's always there and aside from a lobotomy there is precious little I can do.

I only wish my little voice gave stock tips.