Friday, 8 June 2012
can abide my stomach. It's flat, even when breathing out. It has little definition and when I sit down it rolls over my jeans but when I'm standing it looks alright I guess.
I hate my thighs. Big, massive, fucking thunder thighs.
I hate my arse. Cellulitey, jiggly, gross. It's like two different bodies. Ok upper half, fucking awful lower half.
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