I am proud of the way I look, I love my body. I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m fat. So, when I say things such as “Yeah, I’m the fat one” or “I’m alot bigger than my friends” or anything of that nature, and I get replies such as “But Lindsey, you’re pretty” or “Don’t say that, you’re beautiful” I…
Why the fuck can’t they just accept me. As my family fucking accept me. But no. They must point out every little fucking flaw in my life. And I don’t mean just physically:
Yes I weight 250
Yes my hair is always frizzy
Yes sometimes I wear dude clothes
Yes my finger nails and your balls look like hell
No I don’t wear make up every day AND I have circles under my eyes.
But they have to pick at EVERYTHING!
I could be smarter.
I could have more money.
I could do more for them.
I could do this.
I could be that.
Well you know what..that picture right there, of the fat chick in the skinny jeans and leather jacket that doesn’t fit. That’s me. That’s all of me. That’s all I am. I am a 21 year old college student. I am 4’11 and 250 lbs. Don’t like it? I don’t fucking give a shit any more.
Aries Zodiac Facts:
me to a T
“I’m gonna tell you why people are watching that video and why they’re upset about it, and why they can’t understand that, yknow—the beginning and the end of that might be very satirical and then the middle feels so real.”
Fuck. I am so fucking tired of society making anyone who is a sliver over weight feel like complete shit about themselves.