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Sunday, January 22, 2012

Dear Fashion


This post contains profanity simply because sometimes a sentence just needs a good "fuck" for impact you know?

Dear Fashion

I'm sorry that I'm not a super model. I'm sorry I'm not a Barbie doll. But most of all, I'm sorry that I'm a person.

I eat just like my friends do, and yet they're all zeros, threes, sevens. And you say to me "this is what you should be."

Well I'm not.

So maybe I don't fit your smalls, hell I don't fit your mediums, and I'm sorry that your mini skirts make me lookalike a cheap prostitute.

You can suck my metaphorical dick, and find a new slave. Don't expect me to starve myself for you. You're not worth it, and I am.

Fuck off, love me.

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