Fighting My Way Back To You

Remember the many late nights into early morning hours we spent in swanky London Town? Painting the town red we would say Off course we were classy and chose the upmarket members night clubs, just because we could Life was about turning up to show up and for some of us, it was about turning up to show off It was all too easy then to wear stiletto healed shoes without a nights worry It was so easy then to wear mini skirts and tight fitting clothes with so much confidence Lets not forget the low cut tops and spaghetti tops that left a little to the imagination. But wait we were classy right? Remember going up escalators and people admiring our long legs including our classy night attire? Remember being twirled around on the dance by a gorgeous French Model, and dancing to the early of the morning? Remember being the centre of attention when we walked into the room and feeling like celebs only for that night? Moreover feeling like the external world could wait until we partied away I remember it all now. Hence the reason of fighting my way back to you I am fighting back and running towards the re-invention of me I am fighting to get you back- my eternal body ( fighting to get back those once gorgeous legs, arms, and stomach back to the surface and to be seem by the world once again) Watch this space: )