Boob-limia?
The nice man at the bagel cart I stop at every morning has referred to me as "skinny" twice this week.
Tonight I'm going shopping with my dear friend PT, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed ballerina who, despite the fact that she is nine inches taller, wears the same size I do.
No wonder my body image is so fucked up.
Thank goodness I have such a great rack.
Tonight I'm going shopping with my dear friend PT, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed ballerina who, despite the fact that she is nine inches taller, wears the same size I do.
No wonder my body image is so fucked up.
Thank goodness I have such a great rack.
posted by Helen the Felon at 2:37 PM
3 Comments:
You know I'm sensitive about my weight...........
Hooray for nice racks! Hooray!
Looking at that chart makes me think I'm anorexic...not skeleton anorexic but somewhere in the middle.
You and I both know that despite looks I'm more like a bulemic binger who forgets/refuses to throw up afterwards.
That chart sucks, where's our catagory? "small gals with big boobs who could out-eat you."
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