Only Killers Call Killing Progress: Weight

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Weight

Published July 01, 2005 by Lexy | E-mail this post

Fucking children.
"When We got back from camping, I weighed in at 107 lbs.. Now I'm at 101."
Like... fuck. Come on. If you're 18 years old and 107 lbs.. you don't even have to think about weight. It just pisses me off.
The whole world is obsessed.
Just let it fucking go.
Eat.
Enjoy yourself.
Life is too damned short. We can't all be supermodels. GODDAMNWORLD there are more important things to worry about... like being too skinny because you have no food.
Like, really.. who are we to starve ourselves? What right do we have?
How stupid are we.
Ugh. It makes me so mad. Stick women. All of them should be shipped off to Fitness World. OFF MY PLANET STICK WOMEN. The only women who get to stay are the kind who are made for baby making. A little to hold on to. At least no bones poking out. And if they DO have bones poking out they need to not whine about not eating and how fat they are.
Or I'll murder them all.
By hand.
FUCK.
Really though.
Children these days.