Are my hands 'spo yet 🤔
i think i’ll continue to wear a mask when this shit’s all over, and huge sunglasses. my face is none of your business
as the colder months approach: i wish you all a healthy, calm end of the year. i wish you tasty cups of tea, comfortable clothes, warm beds, nutritious meals in safe homes, good music, new friends and unwavering health. you deserve good things now.
Evening.
“No offense but you look more than 100lbs.” “120 pounds?! That’s how much i weigh and I’m a guy!” “Honey maybe you should have a salad instead.” “Oh you should come workout with me!” “You’re going to lose weight and be healthy? Thats a laugh!” “Oh my gosh your cousin is so thin, shes always been so pretty.” “Hey, what’s your friends number?” “Did you gain weight?” “Are you going to eat all that?” “I don’t think that dress would fit you.” “Wait if you have an eating disorder why aren’t you..thin?” “I would let you borrow it, but i just don’t want it to get stretched out.” “We don’t carry your, sizes here.” “Maybe you could try a sport.” “You look fat.”
To never have to hear these.
This months choices are next months body.
This months choices are next months body.
This months choices are next months body.
This months choices are next months body.
This months choices are next months body.
This months choices are next months body.
Lol, the way imma boutta starve tomorrow
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Good afternoon, I want to cry