Fatorexia! I see Slim People...

I swear I can't keep up with these descriptive trends and new fandangled words. It's bad enough trying to decipher people's text messages these days. What with LOL (laugh out loud), ZUP (what's up?), WTF (what the f***), CW8 (can't wait), L8R (later), RUS (are you serious?), @TEOTD (at the end of the day), 1DR (I wonder), NFW (no f**** way)! And sometimes they even kiss both my cheeks to say goodbye via text message with 'mwa-mwa'. Getting my head around initals and morse code is frying my brains. Or should I say FMB!

Now I have to wrap my head around terms like metrosexuals (men in tune with their feminine side but not gay), surgeorac (a lover of plastic surgery), lesbicons (a "straight" woman who kisses women after a few drinks), nine-to-five gangsters (people who work by day and hussle by night) and fatorexics (fat woman, thin reflection).

This new one on me is fatorexics. A delusional woman who looks in the mirror and sees a toned beautiful Halle Berry instead of... well I guess a polite way to put it is something more like Norbit's wife.

Who am I to talk anyway? Every week, I look in the mirror and think I look beautiful. I have a vainglorious conversation with the mirror all the time. I often wake up, see my reflection and I'm one hundred percent convinced that I'm gorgeous... good enough to eat. I say to myself, 'Miss Mayfield, you look like all things bright and beautiful'.

'Mwa-Mwa'