I am a short, squat toad of a woman. My upper arms are as big as those maroon-skinned bolognas that hang from butchers' ceilings. My belly juts out. The skin on my thighs is pocked. I hate myself. I have almost always hated myself.
Fat Girl (2005)
I am a short, squat toad of a woman. My upper arms are as big as those maroon-skinned bolognas that hang from butchers' ceilings. My belly juts out. The skin on my thighs is pocked. I hate myself. I have almost always hated myself.
Fat Girl (2005)