Those ignorant slobs
mores the pity not that I wish to fat-shame anyone but when they go around saying things like what is kale with their terrible skin lepers who can’t be bothered to Botox can I help it? Lord look at me dressed in compression shorts restricting carbs and shewbread (I intermittently fast twice a week) God why didn’t you make me thin? All this work working out to look so good but I tire of all the sweating and running and hydrating and waxing and plucking and rinsing and powdering and shaving and clipping and brushing and moisturizing and make-upping and cinching and whitening and wearing my righteousness― Oh well you’re busy shaping clay or what not so I’ll be crunching my love handles away on this exercise machine Yes, you will see me one day and say what a waist |