You know what, SHUSH. Some people praise anorexia, some pray to be thin, some beg and plead and wish to lose five pounds so they can fit through the door. You know what skinny people pray for? I have no idea, but I pray to be a little fatter. I wish that maybe my hip bones wouldn't jut out and stab everyone. I wish you couldn't see the veins in my arms from miles away. I wish my elbows didn't represent crossbows. I wish my ribs didn't stick out more than my boobs did. I don't have a sickness, I'm not bulimic, I'm not anorexic, I do eat, I was just "gifted" with a metabolism that works like it's got a life long dose of speed. I could probably enjoy it better if not for all those people piling around me trying to shove biscuits, gravy, and only god knows what else down my throat only so I can be like them. Is it because I make you feel bad with the way I look? Well deal with it and leave me alone. I'll deal with MY own weight, I know how to handle it, I know how to change, thanks.
On a lighter note however, I was stretched out in the tub and I noticed that.... my hip bones, AKA hip daggers, are no longer hip daggers. More like hip swiss army knives. I feel accomplished.
And fin.
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