#nolongertrying

I would like to start by saying that I'm not as pretty as I should be. But this is about nothing other than the fact that my Waist my hips my Stomach my thighs are disproportional to your Standards. And you see the way I Wince when I look in the Mirror or see my reflection in that Window on the Corner of the street where we last intercepted. Understood. and you Yelled at me for smoking Cigarettes instead of reminding me that I'm beautiful. Because I'm not. But at least the constant suffocation smothers my appetite so that I can be pretty enough hot enough lovely enough... Whatever.