I was playing with my pooch in my bathtub and thinking how my body cells decide in which part of the body they burn the fat cells. As I imagine the discussion among certain cells, I felt like there must be something political about the decision…as they decide to deplete fat from a fertile land of mika’s pooch, the land of thighs fears that they may become the next target and try to store more fat while sending secret messages to the board of trustee cells that my boobs are forming rebellious troops…of course, this may be just what we call genetics nowadays…

Just a little bathtime thought…