Oh my goodness, how I envy her perfect collarbones, arms, and legs.
Bonjour, mes amis. Why am I posting yet again? Because anything that keeps me away from food is my friend. I almost caved, but that's not allowed. Not in Ariana's book. This is mostly a rant, so if you don't want to read about me whining, don't read ahead! :D
My step father is always complaining about how I don't eat enough, and that I need to put on more weight. I usually roll my eyes and walk away. Today he had the nerve to tell me I looked bloated yesterday? In other words, fat. He's a fucking overweight douchebag himself, so I have no idea what he's talkimng about. I've never liked him, and I've known him for what, eleven years? I can't fucking stand him. I looked bloated back a) I am fat b) I'd just ate, and my stomach was killing me, and c) I always look either bloated or skinny when I'm sick. Though I haven't seen the skinny in forever, it's just fatfatfat. I will fast until tomorrow evening, because I won't get away with skipping dinner, that's for sure. But if fate decides to love me that day, I will fast.
Anyways, enough of my annoying posts. Love to all!