I am obese. I am “Oh, Beast!” Right, Rachel?
In order to battle this notion, it must be a fact in my head and heart. Know your enemies so you can say No to your enemies. Being fat is my worst enemy.
I am obese. I cannot accept this. I am fighting it. I am pushing. I don’t need to be thin, but I do fantasize being smaller. Malleable. More active. Moving. Pushing. Speedy.
How did this happen? I will tell you.
She coulda started a Just Say NO to Food campaign. Eff drugs. Food is killing more of us.
Whatever, Nancy. I blame you.
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Good food to the dood.
Bunny up.
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Is Nancy sitting on Reagan’s lap in that photo? Man, am I going to have bad dreams tonight…
I do believe she is. I love it. Creepy.