You know what I think about those girls who complain about their looks weight height and everything superficial?
Weak.
I think I'm weak.
Being aware of the fact that you have obvious double chins whenever you smile, stomachs roll-up when you sit, thighs rubbing when you walk make you not want to smile, sit nor walk. Nor eat. Nor do anything.
The sad sad truth it that sometimes we deny.
We deny that we're that overweight. We deny that our cheeks look those of a chipmunk with acorns full in its mouth.
And our denial seem so.. real that we forget again how fat we are.
Before you know it you start smiling again, walking and sitting. You eat.
All is well until the next time you smile for a picture and you see those obvious double chins again. Without warning you're slammed into the ground, head spinning but instead of seeing stars you see a bold, red sign 'YOU'RE FAT'.
Sigh.
