"Just remember, even your worst days only have twenty-four hours"
"If you’re not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing."
I am fucking awesome, thank you
And you try to put on something nice to wear and it looked great in the picture, looked fine on the model, looked good in the mirror, and after fifteen minutes of wear it has stretched out and is showing eight inches of jiggling cleavage to the world. And you’re stuck like that, and everyone just assumes you’re dressed like this on purpose and are for sale.
And if you complain about any of these things, people assume you’re fishing for attention, being ungrateful, or, worst of all, gleefully pile on body-hate and even sometimes yell at you for not getting them chopped off.
IT’S ALL TRUE
Yeah you get a thing then you start moving or leaning over your desk and spillage. I have had so much trouble. And even wearing tanks under don’t help cos I have the same problem.
I tell people, flat out… I have tits, and they’re not small. Covering them is not always possible or comfortable or flattering… My face is up here, there is absolutely no reason for your eyes to be down there unless i said “HEY YOU! GAZE UPON MY BLESSED CLEAVAGE WITH YOUR PESANT EYES!”