“Ugh, you’ll fit! I’m trying to save you from getting a face full of my ass while I’m crawling in front of you.” Wesley snorts. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Isn’t it? I’ve been told by plenty of guys that I’d be much more attractive if I’d “take better care of my body,” aka lose weight. I told them to go fuck themselves, but you can’t fully undo the mental damage that kind of shit leaves on you. The idea of a gym fanatic like Wesley watching my wobbly ass as I crawl makes me want to die.
