Yeah. So I definitely did not wake up this morning feeling like P. Diddy
I woke up feeling more like Rosie O'Donnell. (no offense, Rosie)
I hate days like this. I just look in the mirror and want to fucking smash something.
One of the worst parts about having a bad body image day is that it almost always inevitably makes me late, because i have to spend a good half hour at least finding something that might give me the illusion of not weighing five million pounds.
i also hate summer--- at least if it weren't 90 degrees out i could wear jeans or something! Grr.
Okay, /end complaining.
How are we supposed to deal with days like this?
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