am I taking up too much space?

I’m 30 now
so I eat nothing but oysters
and drink nothing but dirty martinis
because I think I’m in my sophisticated phase.
I stand in the mirror and grab at my skin and think this is the year I get hot, and pasta was my favorite dish, but that’s a thing of my twenties, unless I’m in Italy.
In italy I eat pasta. in italy my thighs don’t need to be three times less the size and hips to bear children are sexy.

fuck it, I think I’ll just move to italy.