I’m Insecure about my Body
"But you’re skinny! You’re crazy!"
No, I’m not crazy.
I am 5 feet and 9 inches tall and I only weigh 120 pounds. That’s too skinny, and no matter what I eat I can’t gain wait.
I am EIGHTEEN years old and I can barely fit into a B cup. I might as well still be a middle school girl.
I have to buy special jeans because my legs are unproportional to the rest of my body and are EXTREMELY long. I buy regular jeans when I want capris.
All short dresses are basically lingerie because my butt hangs out. And if the dress has a pinched waist it’s always too high and I look like a pixie.
My face, in contrast, is chubby. Why? I have no freaking clue. Why would my cheeks be the only chubby thing on my entire body?
I’m not comfortable with my body. I need to fix this.
Rant rant rant
It kind of pisses me off when feminists are all like chubby women are beautiful, you should be chubby and proud! Or when they’re all screaming about being hairy and and how shaving is just a way to fit into the roles of society. Well guess what, I’m underweight and I can’t do a damn thing about it. I don’t exercise, I eat a shit ton of unhealthy food, and I could careless. I do what I want and I am completely okay with that. And with the whole shaving thing? I hate the way it feel when hair tickles under my armpits, so I shave it. I love the way my legs feel when they rub together and are smooth, so I shave them. I LIKE IT, so I do it.
I would be hot as fuck with a full sleeve.