Ottie & I went out for pizza in town one day. We were feeling lazy, so I pulled on some easy staples for the trip… well not too lazy, because I made the effort to drape on a necklace and smeared some lipstick to spice things up – we were going downtown after all.
Today I was skinny-shamed once more, by my own dad no less. It’s kinda hypocritical considering how he was bone-thin until he hit old age (he’s now normal weight), so I promptly let him know that I probably have his genes to blame for my skeletal figure. These comments, questions, and sometimes advice come from a place of caring from friends and family, but I guess I’ve gotten used to it after years of people – whether purposely or inadvertantly – making me feel bad about my body. Yea sometimes I look at the hollows my arms create when I flex it a certain way, or the ribs that protrude when I lift my arms up to put on clothes, and think ‘wow I look pretty unhealthy’. And you know what? I probably am what with all the fast food I’m guilty of consuming, clogging up my arteries one Mcdelivery at a time.
At least my legs look normal. Yay having to walk all over the place because of public transport!
I guess the purpose of this rant is simply for me to acknowledge the fact, say ‘fuck it’, and move on. This skeleton is gonna put on a spaghetti top and short shorts and maybe consider working out to gain some arm muscle after she realises that she needs some guns to move mountains sometime in the future. When she feels like it.
Yummy pizza from Peperoni Pizzeria! Need moar.
Also, random thought: Today I casually brought up fandom and rule 34 in a class for arts marketing and only one person snorted. Am contemplating making her acquaintance. Fandom is a deep and scary place ya’ll, we need all the friends we can get our grubby little hands on.
Outfit photos assisted by Ottie.