I’m not six feet tall and I don’t have the type of body that only eating leafy greens and doing a hundred crunches before bed will achieve. But I don’t give a flying fuck, because I like how I look. Well, I’m impartial about it, at least. Worrying about the little pouch of fat that hangs over the waistband of my panties has never paid my bills. Obsessing over the fact that my thighs rub together has never given me a winning Blackjack hand.
I love this attitude
