I’m fat. Let’s party.

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That guy is obviously my role model.

Fat. Fat is a strong word. I bet I would be writing a lot on this topic. Every single girl in this world has ever felt fat. Seriously. She could be 40 kg and she’d be crying about how fat she is.

Hell, there’s not a single day where I don’t feel fat. Where my arms are too flabby or my belly isn’t tight or my thighs are jiggly and my face is too chubby and I’m growing a third boob or something. And not to mention the people who call me fat. Hey it’s not like I don’t know my flaws, you can stop bringing it up now. As if I need people to rub it all over my face. I think it’s cool to joke around but idk, it’s a bit insensitive for guys to call girls fat, no matter what the conditions are. No joke.

But tbh, I always end up with this argument; why be offended by something that’s not offensive?

I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with being fat. Chubbier than usual but that just means you’re one of the fortunate ones who are able to have food served.

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I know I want to lose weight (thanks to those who have been calling me fat, you’re a constant motivation). Whether I actually need to lose weight to be healthy is another question. I guess I’ll never know.

I’ll update soon.

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