she's rail thin, perched on funky shoes. she lives off oxygen, music, and hairspray. she doesn't eat. and that's okay. she goes out and no one knows where she goes. her life is fun. she doesn't care what you think.
hmm. mum told me that my work shorts "fit well". and i can't figure out if thats code for "you should have bought a bigger size". but i couldn't , cause the 12s were swimming on me. so that kind of makes me happy. but then i remember that my swimsuit is a 14. and then i get annoyed at companies for rigging their sizes so people feel better about their fatness.
we have these awesome tshirt dresses at work but i won't buy one because it would look shit on me.
in nineteen days i am competing with mel, alex, kira and little em in swimsuits. god help me.
i have been chronically stuffing my face because i don't want to be hungry when i'm preparing for exams.
i told you that you didn't want to know.
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