Envy. It’s one of the big ones. It’s one of the deadly ones. Still, I’m guilty of it. I want to look like this (The one in the middle!):
I’m a little obsessed with Dancing with the Stars, and now that another season is over I’m starting to feel the withdrawals! Every season I imagine myself slightly famous and dancing! After my one intro to Ballroom class at BYU I think that I am sufficiently prepared! Now, if I could get in shape like Edyta and then get famous, I would be halfway there! The other half would be convincing my husband! Now that I am a married mother of three it is probably a little inappropriate for me to be spending the majority of my time with another man, dancing in hardly any clothing! If he and I were both famous then we could go on together!