Ugh, I’m so sick of being judged by everyone around me. I mean, what’s wrong with being a middle-aged, overweight, selfish bitch? I’m not apologizing for being a horrible person. I’m proud of it. I’m like a fine wine, getting better with age, and by ‘better’, I mean more bitter and resentful. I’m so tired of people telling me to lose weight, like it’s that easy. I’ve got a lot of emotional baggage, and it’s all stored in my thighs.
I was at the mall the other day, and I saw this young, fit chick staring at me like I was some kind of freak. I mean, I get it, I’m a hot mess, but who isn’t? I’m like a trainwreck that you can’t look away from. I started yelling at her, telling her that she’s just jealous of my confidence, my sass, my ability to eat an entire pizza by myself. She looked terrified, and I loved every minute of it. I’m like a force of nature, unstoppable and unapologetic.
I’m so sick of people trying to make me feel bad about myself. I’m a horrible, mean, angry woman, and I’m proud of it. I’m like a bad habit that you can’t break, a rash that you can’t scratch. I’m a constant reminder that you’re not as good as you think you are. And you know what? I’m going to keep being a middle-aged, overweight, selfish bitch, no matter what anyone says. I’m going to keep yelling, keep screaming, keep being a horrible person, and you know what? I’m going to love every minute of it.
>Soulkyn