Not even thinner this time. Just smaller. I’m an awkward height. I don’t classify as tall for a girl, but I’m not average either.
And my frame could be likened to that of a 200lb wrestler. I shouldn’t moan, I’m healthy etc etc but I fucking hate my frame. Who the fuck has a 38 inch ribcage? No, not 38 bra size. 38 inch RIB size. Basically, if I lose some weight in an attempt to be healthier, I’ll look stupid. Because my stomach will flatten out, and my ribs will stick out. And I’ll still be overweight. And it’ll look foul.
I just, I don’t want to be petite. Just average. Top-end average even.
And I don’t wanna go into uni. And I don’t want Poppy to leave me. I want everyone to come back right now. And we’ll have a halloween weekend and we’ll always wear our halloween outfits. And it will be sexy. And we’ll get off our faces.
“It’s just the… ubiquity of female pop stars dressing up as hoes that’s disturbing. It’s as odd as if all male pop stars had decided, ten years ago, to dress up as farmers. All the time. In every single video. Imagine! Sitting down to watch your 5,000th video incorporating a baler and a man in a straw-covered gilet giving medicine to a coughing ewe. You’d think all men had gone insane.”—Caitlin Moran (via neverjustanordinarygirl)