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I don't have time to be fat right now. It takes too much emotional energy to pump out the endless stream of sugarcoated self hate. I am combating lethargy with fake motivation, and I would rather shove my body into some tight old pants that used to fit than continue fighting this constant cliche battle. I keep chasing sparatic excersize with food, and until I can figure out what it is I will not let go of I'm going to have to go and buy some bigger pants. So go tell Vogue to eat shit, cause I'm on a fashion vacation until I feel pretty enough to try. |